(The Daily Rumpus) When It Rains, It Pours

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When it rains, it pours. I suppose that’s a common saying because it’s a common experience. Right now, as I write to you, it is both literally and fi

   

When it rains, it pours.

I suppose that’s a common saying because it’s a common experience. Right now, as I write to you, it is both literally and figuratively pouring.

Outside, thunder and lightning take turns announcing themselves while rain beats down on the windows and roof. I wonder what the summer ahead holds, given that spring has offered us temperatures ranging from the forties to near-ninety, a blizzard, thunderstorms more befitting of late July than mid-April, and so forth.

Inside, my son is sick again, now with a stomach virus. This child made it nearly four years without major illness and then twice in one month is hit hard. Meanwhile, two writing projects that mean a great deal to me and are the first forays into writing I’ve made in years have June deadlines that loom above me not unlike the gray rainstorm clouds. I’m catching vomit in one hand, checking my email on my phone with the other, all the while brainstorming about a novel on neuroscience and dreams and an essay on growing up an angry girl.

I’m not complaining, really. I love my kid more than anything and will happily hold him while he pukes and clean him up and do it all again two hours later. I’ve been waiting for writing opportunities like the two at hand for too long to take them for granted. I am grateful for the rain, even if it all pours down at once.

Love,
Marisa

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