Rain Remnants

I’ve always found the sound of rain a comforting constant around here. Here would be Portland, Oregon, by the way. I’m not sure exactly why, but the grey, wet sky serves almost as a blanket that brings everything which it absolves a little closer, making me feel tucked in to whatever dry room I happen to find myself. Right now, however, the rain has stopped and in its stead is a steady drip that has penetrated my psyche. Its like that Chinese water torture stuff only diluted a bit. Can you dilute a water torture? Maybe I mean that I feel as though I want to go outside and rip the gutter off our house.
Hmmm. An unlikely development. The steady drip has now decided to play a little game—mess with me even more by becoming irregular in its ‘drip rhythm.’ Great. Now I can’t think of anything other than when the next drop of water will fall. Drip. Drip. Nooottthing. Drip-drip-drip. Drip. This damn water is making me anxious.