The Harder It Rained The Louder I Sang

Seawall Campground
June 19

The misty, gray, weather had turned to rain. I was not going to let a
little wetness get me down, though. I started singing, and the harder
it rained, the louder I sang. Luckily it didn’t break loose until
mid-afternoon, just as I reached the Seawall campground. I spent the
next two hours putting up my tent. This time, however, I put it up
underneath the tarp that I bought just after I left Richard. I didn’t
know if my idea would work, but I had to try something. The pouring
rain made my engineering project difficult, but around 6 p.m.
everything came together. I even got a fire started and had a can of
hot Beef-a-roni for dinner. After dinner I walked down to the camp
store in order to phone home. I needed to find out if Richard was
somewhere in the park. I figured we could hook back up with help from
our parents. I received sad news. Richard’s younger brother Steve had
been killed in a car accident and they had been trying to contact him,
but that was a couple days ago. More than likely, he was already on
his way home. I felt really bad for Richard as I mentally prepared to carry on.


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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5 Responses to The Harder It Rained The Louder I Sang

  1. frizztext says:

    The Harder It Rained The Louder I Sang
    – a wonderful BLOG title!

    The sader I was
    the louder I sang

  2. Pingback: The sader I was – the louder I sang « Flickr Comments by FrizzText

    • bwinwnbwi says:

      So happy to be of some help. Very nice blog post by the way, and thanks for the pingback. The picture of you playing guitar on the beach in inclement weather is priceless! There’s something about making lemon-aid out of Nature’s lemons that speaks, in the good way, to the human condition that we all share.

  3. eof737 says:

    I love the post title … sounds like the title of a song… 🙂

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