what i need most

there are names across the sea,
only now I do believe 
sometimes, with the windows closed,
she’ll sit and think of me
                 ~i&w

 

i am sure that this is not needed by anyone other than me.  i was sitting at my desk at school reading and stealing bits of fig newtons that i have trapped in a glass jar.  there was a faint noise behind me that was growing louder.  i swirled my tea (afraid that the taste might linger at the bottom, or just mu unnatural fear of drinking a still liquid) and turned around.  then it hit me, metaphorically speaking, because i was alone in the room.  it was the thought of reading outside in the rain.  

i love precipitation of all kinds and long for it on most days when i am surrounded by the rays and warmth of the sun.  perhaps i appreciate the blessing the rain is; for the sun is a blessing, yes, but it alone cannot provide growth.  the blessing of precipiation is oft used when describing the worst of days or, indeed, tragedies.

but i think i would like laminated versions of books.  or laminated pages of excellent works of poetry.  most, if not all, books would do well to stay out of the rain.  their are of course, many books we would all like to see in the rain.  i shall not list the ones i would like to leave out as i would not have time to respond to the writers of their incredulous comments informing me that i am being biased in my choosing.  but let’s face it, there is truly horrible literature out there that is doing nothing but taking up space in a library shelf and taking away paper that might ought be used for good literature instead.

now i need to find a way to write in the rain.  outside of a chisel and stone i do not know how just yet.  waterproof ink is all well and good, minus the paper bit.  i could not use clay tablets either.  anyway i prefer writing with a quill.  a quill and wet paper go together like a cauldron on fire.  it would need to remain legible, only to me of course; i am not in the habit of sharing my writings.  in fact sometimes i reread what it is in my journal and wonder what moron wrote some of the crap in there, and how they managed to mimic my handwriting.  i hope i catch him.