A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm!


Beautiful nonsense

Possibly the sexiest meteorological event, because snow is kind of cold and bulky and no one ever thinks of having slow and incredibly steamy sex while 110-mile-per-hour winds are destroying the countryside (I hope).

I love the rain, and not just because it sets the mood in a way. It’s because it’s cleansing and forgiving and hopeful. The acid tang after a rain smells like absolution. The steady tapping during feels like a tattoo of abundance– both as an eternal imprint of bounty and a drumroll of overflow. The heavy, humid air right before feels like a hostess’s bated breath before a party; like something will change someone’s life forever, but you don’t know if it’s just going to be something small, like a scar; or something altogether unfathomably big.

There is very little to dislike about the rain, unless you are in the shallow end of a floodplain.

But in life, it’s all within a point of view.

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