all summer in a day

It started raining in the middle of the night about a month ago and seemingly has not stopped. For the last ten hours is has been pouring. I feel like the little girl in the Ray Bradbury story "All Summer in a Day." We had to read it in elementary school. It was about a girl who lived in a colony on Venus, and she was the only one of the children who had ever been on Earth. She was miserable and it rained every day. It was sort of like when my sister lived in Holland.
The little girl writes a poem: The sun is like a flower/ that blooms for just one hour. The other children are so jealous of her that they locked her in a closet for the one hour in the whole year the sun was out. It was such a miserable story to force children to read. They wonder why kids aren't engaged in school, maybe its because they make us read depressing stories like that.

I'm conflicted about the rain. New York is never better than on a rainy day. All the matching black umbrellas, the sound of tires on a wet road, and the way people huddle together at doorways getting their umbrellas ready and there coats buttoned are some of the things that remind us we are all here together sharing very similar experiences. We are all living in the city. There isn't much better than coming home to a warm apartment, peeling off the wet layers on the way to a hot shower, then ordering takeout and hunkering down. But maybe there is too much of a good thing.

I can't help but feel that maybe Brooklyn is crying because she is so upset that I am leaving. I finally got a sublettor and a ticket home, and while I am so excited about returning to Texas, I do love New York and I'm kinda sad. Maybe its good that I'm getting a few years worth of rainy New York days to store up in case I need on in my Texas future.