A Meditation on Rain

by Saxon Henry

A weather system is slouching towards the Northeast, throwing up waves of moisture and kicking storms in from the Atlantic. I live in a hulk of a building, the shell of my apartment composed of thick slabs of cement. I am glad for the sturdiness since I have experienced an earthquake and two hurricanes while living here, but I miss being able to hear the rain tapping on surrounding surfaces as it falls earthward, an effect the masonry mutes.

There was a time in my life when I was...