I wrote this a couple weeks back.

It’s Number 2 of my personal love letters to New Orleans.

Hope you enjoy.

My love,

You know a day like today is one of my favorites. The rain came from above and got you a little wet. You know I love you even more when the rains come. For what reason I do not know, but I have always loved the way you feel during and after a rain.

Even in your devastated state, you glisten when the raindrops touch your slate roofs in the French Quarter. You shine as the water hits your oaks, drops hanging on leaves for dear life, they just don’t want to leave the beauty of the nature you share with me, with us.

I felt your pulse today as the rains came. It felt strong, stronger than it does when your suffering in the sun and heat. It’s a comfort to me, as I watch people scramble for cover, to feel your breath when you’re taking a bath. It seduces me and gives me strength. I cannot help but stand and stare at how others embrace you when you’re like this. How the birds enjoy your puddles. How the rain teaches us to slow down and enjoy the beauty we’re so blessed to be around. I couldn’t help myself today. I was walking home thru the French Market with the drops coming so hard, I felt myself in a trance. I just stood in the middle of the street, not wanting to move. Screw the motorists, at that moment I felt you would make it out of this, that you can and will survive and that your strength comes from me, from us. I took my shirt off and just let the rain drench me, soaked from head to toe. And the laughs I had from the out of towners, not able to move because of me. They just didn’t understand and they never will.

I see that look you’re giving me. I know water is really the last thing you want to think about after what happened last year. And I certainly understand. But when the water comes from above, in limited doses, you really are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. As much as you possibly despise water, remember when automakers used your vibe while raining for their commercials? I remember seeking the damn commercial out so I could feel your warmth in those years I was so far away.

You’re so special, even when you’re dry. But my love, when your in the shower, you truly are the most special thing on this planet.

Love,
DKF

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5. The Seven Love Letters to New Orleans