There are jewels in the trees outside.
Just enough wind to be called blowing. It's dark and it's sweet and
the world is just the way I like it.
I remember reading really old science
fiction (well, from the 30's to the 50's), when Venus was a popular
setting. It was always this jungle world, with endless rainfall and
green. Dozens of times I remember reading soldiers and scientist's
assistant's grumbling about the rain and what it did to equipment.
All of this before we found out what kind of rain really falls on
Venus.
I'd like to see the monsoons sometime.
Even knowing that they cause devastation at times, that people lose
their lives in them, I'd like to be there, in India or nearby, when
those monstrous rains come. To see that renewal, that magic, the
source of life expressed so clearly, that I would like to see.
I want to build a house where the
storms come. A house designed solely for the purpose of being rolled
over by hurricanes and typhoons. To be a place from which one can
view the incoming rain and storms across ocean waters. To be a place
which balances between the safety of a human home and the casual,
callous power of wind and water.
The sunlight falls, the water rises,
and then the water falls. The simplest of cycles, that gives us the
shapes of clouds, the wash of raindrops, the peal of thunder and the
bolt of lightning. Magic from simplicity.
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