- Raining in San Francisco
- It is raining in San Francisco,
- One drop, many drops,
- Heard, and unheard,
- Cherished and cursed,
- Sometimes from the same lips.
- It is raining in San Francisco,
- Drip, Drip, Drop, Drip,
- Umbrella here, umbrella there, umbrellas everywhere,
- rushing here, rushing there,
- someone pushing, someone shoving.
- It is raining in San Francisco,
- Splish, splash, splish, splash,
- Some absorb the energy, some brush it away.
- Invigorating to some, debilitating to others.
- It is raining in San Francisco,
- God’s tears of joy, God’s tears of sadness,
- Each drop a remembrance, each drop a wish,
- A prayer whispered, a prayer roared,
- Someone is listening, I am listening.
- It is raining in San Francisco,
Originally written January 24, 1996
- January can be rainy in San Francisco. This prose was a reflection on the rain and different perspectives of the people in the rain and how they handle the rain. I have been on both sides at different times in my life. I enjoy walking in the rain sometimes with an umbrella and sometimes without. It can be a peaceful time or even a frightening time with thunder and lightning hitting nearby. When the rain has passed the air smells different and refreshing.
