The Midwest Monsoon Continues....
and the students have tight shoulders and the old injuries are flaring up and everyone is as tired as hell....
The past few days reminded me of Ray Bradbury's great short story, "The Long Rain,"
"The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped."
But that's the nature of April, isn't it?
May flowers are coming, Madame.
In the meantime, enjoy these (sweet, joyous, sexy) Bollywood monsoon clips.