{"id":5833,"date":"2020-02-24T07:14:35","date_gmt":"2020-02-24T15:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5833"},"modified":"2020-02-24T07:14:36","modified_gmt":"2020-02-24T15:14:36","slug":"note-from-a-rain-reader","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/of-walking-in-rain\/note-from-a-rain-reader\/","title":{"rendered":"Note from a Rain Reader"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n

I received an email the other day from a reader of the rain book. He had just ordered the second-to-last copy of Of Walking in Rain<\/em> that I have in my possession. A few are still out there in bookstores and rare book sites. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nThe\nrain book keeps on raining goodness to me. I never had larger\nnational aspirations for it. It was a pure PNW book. I thought I’d\nshare this email because it’s wonderfully written and touched me\ndeeply and arrived at a time to rain away the blues. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nHere\nit is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\ncouple years ago I was having a rough time in my life romantically\nand in my career. I took myself to a little hotel\/cabin\/trailer park\nnear Long Beach, WA, called The Sou’wester the weekend after\nThanksgiving to get away, turn off my phone, get some work done,\ncontemplate the vast gray expanse of the pacific ocean and western\nsky, alone. I stayed in a trailer. The book was on the bedside\ntable.

I\ndon\u2019t pick up books in this way if I have never heard of them. I\nhave a terrible habit of reading, by which I mean not doing as much\nas I should, as much as I like, or as much as is good for me. But the\ntitle and I think it\u2019s simplicity and poetic ring, along with my\naim for the weekend (getting wet in the rain and surf and dripping\nstubby coastline firs), reached out to me. Or I grasped for it, a\ncompanion.

As\nI remember it, the weekend was one of those wonderfully variable and\ntumultuous affairs, not unknown on the PNW coast. You can get 4\nseasons of weather in an hour and a half on the coast. Every one of\nmy walks seemed to be punctuated by a line from your small book. A\ndark battalion of clouds barely being fended off by a champagne\nsunset. Dark brooding masses of falling water and vapor. Wind forming\nthousands of tiny teeth in the sand.

I\nfinished the book in a day and it stuck with me. I loved its\nbrazenness. I loved its brashness. It was lofty in its goals and\nidiosyncratic in its telling. And fun. Your book caught me right when\nI needed it. I needed the laughs, I needed the perspective, I needed\nthe kick out of the door and into the rain. And I appreciate it. And\nI appreciate your asking.

My\nsweetheart\u2019s birthday is coming up. We spend a lot of time on the\ncoast with our kids and alone. Alone really means with her dogs,\nchasing them up and down the beach in rain coats and boots, keeping\nthem out of the rotting carcasses, endlessly throwing sticks, walking\nand walking, hand in hand. I thought it would be a fun book to read\nto her. Moody books are fun to read, they give you lots to work with.\nI read to my kids. She is the first sweetheart I have read aloud to.\nI love it. She loves it. That having been said, the book isn\u2019t for\nher. It\u2019s for me. To read to her. And to have around. My career is\nstarting to turn around again, so it\u2019s time I bought it.

Thanks\nfor the book, Matt. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I received an email the other day from a reader of the rain book. He had just ordered the second-to-last copy of Of Walking in Rain that I have in my possession. A few are still out there in bookstores and rare book sites. The rain book keeps on raining goodness to me. I never […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5834,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,4,28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5833","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-of-walking-in-rain","category-writing","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\/5833","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=5833"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5833\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5836,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5833\/revisions\/5836"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5834"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5833"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5833"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5833"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}