When i think about rain...

It has rained for days on end with short interludes of spring like conditions. The spring like days require 1 large pot of iced tea, the rain requires 2 pots of soup plus 1 pot of leftover soup. They both hold the same place in my refridgerator. Make up your mind!!! please.

Furthermore, the rain reminds me to eat good food, like tonight i went on a tower district adventure. We went to irene's. It was good, i hear the service is horible on other occasions, but mostly it was the best pot roast and mashed potatoes i have had in this town since i have been back. That was good food, the vegetables were perfectly done. Then we went to a place called teazers. a brillant tea shop where the bulk of there product never goes bad. Either way, the tea was good as well as the macarroon, the ambiance was kick a$$.

Even more so, the rain reminds me of her. Each drop falls alone, it hits the ground and meets up with the collective. I long to fall and join her collective. I could not get away even if i tired the tea tonight was a jasmine highlighted oolong tea, it brought me back to times i spent with her. The wind runnning through her pristine hair with hints of jasmine from her shampoo, quite possibly her pours. Maybe soon but probably not, will we meet again?

picture caption: Hachiya persimons, warm and floral smelling, sweet when ripe. warm fall days and cool fall nights, she still on my mind.