Summer Rain

The Response: Summer Rainstorm — Jessica

I have an identity crisis. I’m a Mary stuck in a Martha life. I’d love to be still and quiet but my daily life is anything but that. Take today, for instance. It’s the kind of dreary, humid, rainy summer day that lends itself beautifully to curling up with a nice book, a cup of tea and a few squares of chocolate. Given that I’m right in the middle of Jane Eyre there is nothing else I’d rather be doing. But no. I’ve got to go out in the rain and retrieve children from finals, buy groceries, wait for workmen to fix the bathroom and mail Very Important Documents that are very late. Maybe tonight, when they are all in bed, I can have a moment of the stillness I crave — at least until I fall alseep because I was still for a moment.