the odd uneven time

I had thought that I knew about rain

‘ August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.’ - Sylvia Plath

Some days lately, the rain has been almost tropical in its ferocity with raindrops falling in streams and ricocheting off pavements. It reminds me of the year I left home, a year I spent sharing a small, hot room in the grounds of a school in T…