Thursday, May 15, 2025
Time: 5:18 PM
Song: Welcome to the Black Parade
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on shuffle on the way home from work.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5wQnmLuC1W7ATsArWACrgW?si=77125755bdc24504
Ty and I exit the building and the humidity hits like a heavy fist.
Ty looks to the sky.
“They said it could storm.”
Above the office at ASE the skies are blue, the sun shining bright. I leave, heading south on Galena Ave. until I reach the Route 2 intersection. I turn west. Toward the horizon there is a tower of dark blue, purple, green, and hazy yellow. My road home is straight into it.
It’s raining at home, I think. We could use it.
I get halfway home and nothing yet. In fact, the path ahead seems to be getting lighter. The darkest clouds veering toward the north. Maybe we won’t get anything at all.
I turn off of Route 40, facing west again and go about a mile before I see the first hints of sprinkles. It’s darn-right sunny now.
Another mile down the road and the wind gusts get noticeably stronger, hitting my jeep like waves on a beach. Fat drops of rain hit. Just a few at first, plopping and bursting on the glass. Then more and more. I turn the wipers up.
I slow down. I am almost home and the heavens unleash a torrent of rain. The sun is completely out now. No clouds around, but it’s raining hard.
I get to the top of the hill, pull into the garage, and make a mad dash to the house. Jodi’s mom is here, waiting for a break to get back to her truck.
It rains harder. Keeps raining for another ten minutes. Then stops. The suns out. The wind keeps blowing. In an hour or two, it’ll be hard to tell it rained at all.
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