gregbrownpress1It’s been raining for about 24-hours straight and I suddenly feel like I’m back in Seattle on some  lazy morning when Alex and I would go out for breakfast and noodle around the Market or go to a movie. Ah, all the movies…. 

I started craving Greg Brown’s song All Day Rain. Greg actually lives a few blocks over, and I’ve been listening to his music most of my life, but it meant the most to me when I was in Seattle and his songs about thunderstorms and little Iowa towns brought me home. They made me ache. We played his song “This Band of Gold” at our wedding and bought most of his CDs together. 

Alex put all of the music he wanted on his iPod before he took off. “You can have the CDs,” he told me. I  have no idea if he copied any of the Greg Brown. But now I have the words and the memories. I love this music. I don’t want to get rid of it, but god, it makes my heart ache with a melancholy for what was and a longing … to be held, to be cared about, to not be alone. 

I’m cleaning my kitchen pantry as I listen. The flour moths have returned with a vengeance and I decided to be proactive. There’s laundry going in both machines, and muffins in the oven. But my heart is full of rain.