{"id":6808,"date":"2021-03-05T07:07:32","date_gmt":"2021-03-05T15:07:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6808"},"modified":"2026-11-02T18:11:57","modified_gmt":"2026-11-02T18:11:57","slug":"the-sound-of-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/the-sound-of-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sound of Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Rain is smashing into my metal-encased domicile and sending up an old sweet sound to me. This may be the last time I hear it and I have wondered of late in earnest about that. The sound of rain in the big city just isn&#8217;t the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am drinking day-old cold coffee. I am thinking about my incredible times here and some incredible people I met from the area and the interesting people I brought to the area. I am thinking about how the Pandemic and Trump murdered some stellar Oregon Tavern Age places.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My body aches from tree planting. That gig is finished. I hope it&#8217;s not the last time I plant trees. I have an essay on tree planting I plan to write soon. Actually it&#8217;s already written in my head, when I was tree planting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Who will replace me in this funky domicile? What will they bring to the area?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Like a ship at sea. Or perhaps in space. That&#8217;s what it was to live here. I was never lost. I probably wrote a million words in and around this domicile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It was odd to walk in rain to the place I would shave. Nothing like rain to work up a lather on a beard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The light is coming up. The ocean will be churning when I visit and pay my respects.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rain is smashing into my metal-encased domicile and sending up an old sweet sound to me. This may be the last time I hear it and I have wondered of late in earnest about that. The sound of rain in the big city just isn&#8217;t the same. I am drinking day-old cold coffee. I am [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6809,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-of-walking-in-rain","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6808"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10475,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808\/revisions\/10475"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}