Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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Building 11 "A Love of Storms"

Ever since I was a kid, I have loved the rain. I remember sitting on the porch with my dad, listening to it come in as the cars would drive by, creating that unique sound of rainwater being parted as they passed. The smell on the wind and the feel of the air on my skin is always something I relish. It's muggy and misty, but some days it is a little cold and just a little bit biting. Those are the best days. To this day I can't help but run outside when it rains, no mater how bad it is. The feel of rainwater running down my face and the sounds of the storm are relaxing to me. It's that shifting rush, that sort of churning of sound I enjoy. It's like the rain is the encroaching surf at the beach, but much louder when it really gets going.

When I got older my dad and I made a special drink together, for the days when the storms came in and the sky darkens. It is one shot of gin, thirty seconds thereabouts of the rainwater, some green olives and a little bit of mint. It is briny and bites a little, but is a perfect combination when relaxing on a porch during a thunderstorm.

The only nights where my night terrors seemed to mostly subside were the nights when it stormed. I would leave the window open in my room, listening the storm as I fell asleep. To this day I use videos of storms and the like when I am having trouble falling asleep.

I would still see that thing lurking in my room, but the smell of the rain would seem to wash out the smell of the creature. On those nights its presence didn't bother me too much. It was almost like having company, like a sleepover. Maybe that's a little silly looking back on it, but you dream of the same thing long enough and the feelings get complicated.

It's been years since my last fit of night terrors, and even longer since I was able to recall my dreams. My doctor and I tend to keep up with my medicine, though I doubt it matters at this point. According to what I read and from what my doctor said, most people tend to outgrow those sort of things.

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