{"id":5712,"date":"2020-01-15T07:24:56","date_gmt":"2020-01-15T15:24:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5712"},"modified":"2020-01-15T07:24:57","modified_gmt":"2020-01-15T15:24:57","slug":"of-thinking-in-rain-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/of-walking-in-rain\/of-thinking-in-rain-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Of Thinking In Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>Rain drills into my domicile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the sound of screws<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>puncturing sheet metal. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I feel listless,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>red wine and soup weather. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Reading a novel weather. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve got so many great rain stories,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>but ideas for new ones seem dried out. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Advance, always, into rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I need new strategies for advancement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The old ones have died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I miss my great visual interpreter of\nrain. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am sometimes lost without her\ninterpretation. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She was a translator. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A poet once called rain \u201cferocious\u201d\nin a poem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There is no such thing in my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That was from a poet who knows weather,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>but confuses rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rain drills into my domicile, the sound of screws puncturing sheet metal. I feel listless, red wine and soup weather. Reading a novel weather. I&#8217;ve got so many great rain stories, but ideas for new ones seem dried out. Advance, always, into rain. I need new strategies for advancement. The old ones have died. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5713,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,4,42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5712","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-of-walking-in-rain","category-poetry","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5712","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5712"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5712\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5715,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5712\/revisions\/5715"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5712"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5712"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5712"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}