building a house

It’s raining again. Because we’re in Seattle. And that is what it does here. It’s not like rain back East which drenches, or in Wyoming where it blows in with the wind and spurts down from mountains. Here the rain comes with a cloud cover. “What’s wrong?” you ask, and I think you almost really want to know. But I say, “I’m fine,” because it’s easier to lie, easier to build a carapace against despair than to let you in. Then you get up to close the window because the rain is blowing in and the bed is getting wet.