The raven caws three times and then the rain falls. Heaven’s sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness. Above my head I study the layers of silt and dust on the avocado leaves. I think this is the accumulated detritus of this past summer’s volcanic eruption.
It was a summer deadened by the horror of wars scattered without rhyme or reason upon this pristine cobalt orb we call home, a summer of threats against one nation or another by one nation or another, a summer of soccer moms down on hope but high on crank cruising Meth Street USA, a summer where blacks are living more and more in their own world while whites are living more and more in theirs and they never kiss anymore.
It was a summer of polar bears without homes, coyotes lying motionless on the side of the road, and giant blue whales washing up lifeless upon California’s shores. I confess, I confess, I confess, my spine had almost fused with futility… until the rain came.