Thoughts from the Indoors: It hasn't stopped raining for days...

The rain won't stop for days now and it isn't helping my frayed nerves. My stomach coils at the word "unemployment" and leaves a strange feeling of pain around my chest. I hate that word as much as the next person but they must understand that I may have taken comfort in it but I do not accept it as a word for my current state.

I read this quote somewhere on Facebook last week that says:

"You would like to read, but somehow the rain gets into the book, too; not literally, and yet it really does, the letters are meaningless, and all you hear is the rain."


It is from Embers by Sándor Márai, a Hungarian writer and journalist. According to his bio on Goodreads, he was the first person to write reviews for Franz Kafka's prominent works. Embers is his most prominent work in English.

But before I get carried away by Márai's enthralling history, I would like to get back to his quote which is highly appropriate for this day.

I would like to believe that I love the rain. But sometimes, the rain is all you can hear and that bothers me a lot. There is this greater pull to stay in bed all day because it's cold and getting up meant looking forward to a day listening to rain pitter-pattering on our poor old roof.

I wanted to continue reading Far Far Away by Tom McNeal and I was getting to the good parts, as well. Yet as the rain continued to pour outside, quoting Márai, the rain gets into the book, too; not literally, and yet it really does, the letters are meaningless, and all you hear is the rain.

The feeling grew severe.

After three days of rain, I have neither written a single word nor read even a short story.

And I have to google how to use neither and nor because I forgot how to do it! Sucks.

Until next time.
Maybe when the rain stops,
I'll be able to write something interesting.