Make It Rain

I am sitting at Wild Joe's, a new coffee shop in Bozeman, working on homework with Fisher. Fisher is listening to his ipod and I am just listening to the soundtrack the coffee shop has to offer; sounds of steaming milk, soft jazz, the steady hum of the refrigerator and the muffled conversations of those around me. Strait ahead of me is a wall of windows looking out into a very cold, windy and wet fall day.

Fisher and I were supposed to get up early and work putting in a fence. When I woke up at 7:15 a.m. the wind was blowing rain strait in through my window and we decided to put off the fencing job.

There is something delightful about being controlled by the weather. I often forget to notice the ever changing force because of modern niceties like air conditioning or heating. I can go a whole day jumping from one controlled climate to the next—home, car, school, etc.—without so much as taking note of the weather patterns. But not today. Today I have been pushed indoors by foul weather and I now sit admiring its constant presence as I sip on my London fog and work on my Math 450 homework.