{"id":391,"date":"2011-08-17T02:34:53","date_gmt":"2011-08-17T02:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gregglory.com\/wordpress\/?p=391"},"modified":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","modified_gmt":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","slug":"a-rainy-evening-in-sacramento","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/a-rainy-evening-in-sacramento\/","title":{"rendered":"A Rainy Evening in Sacramento"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nTonight is a simple time of rain. Rare on this California visit, which has been clear and cool every evening, a weatherman&#8217;s suicide note written in stars and slow-moving clouds. But tonight there are wet voices, small bodies smashing themselves on the roof to get in, to have a quiet talk. The drops, which disappear on my fingertips, when seen in their steady-state are sweet berrylike beings whittled at their tips, each one hand-carved for the occasion. If I let them in, what would they say to me? Would they wonder how the rainfall inside me stays caught, a bag of water smoking a pipe?  I hear, above the muted violence of their splatter, how they are whistling as they come down, firemen down a firepole blowing high-pitched life through their nostrils. When morning arrives and our convocation has dissolved, I walk out a few miles into the clear cool morning.  One block over a house has burned down in the night; it is all foundations now, soaked, empty as a blackboard before the teacher hangs up her coat and tucks her damp umbrella between the wastepaper basket and the old metal desk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight is a simple time of rain. Rare on this California visit, which has been clear and cool every evening, a weatherman&#8217;s suicide note written in stars and slow-moving clouds. But tonight there are wet voices, small bodies smashing themselves on the roof to get in, to have a quiet talk. The drops, which disappear <a href='https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/a-rainy-evening-in-sacramento\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-391","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poems","category-sipping-beer","category-5-id","category-9-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8446,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions\/8446"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}