You goddamn fucking rain drops, hitting the plastic/metallic gutter drain outside my window. Fuck you!! Drop drop drop drop drop, from fucking several stories above me. The power of the fall! Driving me crazy!! And what’s with the thumping one? The deep mass heavy drop that sounds like it’s hitting an upside down plastic bucket? The other drops I know I can find a way to cover up with white noise. But the mass heavy drops I can here in my pillow. Sounds like a noise coming from the apartment below me. Except there IS no apartment below me. It’s just me and my continuously sonically ravaged psyche, forever being plunged into sleep depravation that’s going to destroy my work performance until I get fired, my life is destroyed, and I have to jump off a bridge screaming, “GODDAMN FUCKING RAIN!!” Course no one will know what I’m talking about and just think I hate the Portland weather. One more schmuck who couldn’t take it. Luckily the summer’s coming. Then I gotta move before these drops comes back.

8 replies on “Gutter Drops”

  2. Always had the opposite effect on me. Leaving my window slightly open in the winter just to hear the pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the metal rain gutters, car covers in the parking lot. Peaceful.

  3. it may not be feasable

    but a foam insulation

    around & over the pipe

    near its bend or where

    the drops are Crashing

    might muffle it enough…

    Good Luck!

  4. Sounds like you might do better to move back to where ever it is you come from if you don’t like rain. Bad news, we get a lot of it. Summer doesn’t mean no rain, chief. And those drops? They’re coming from much higher than ‘several stories’. They fall from the sky. Not being mean when I say it sounds like you’re not cut out to be here.

  5. I have a big glass-topped table on my deck and when occasional gutter drips hit it it sounds like a fucking gong — or maybe it’s hitting a metal chair up there. in either case in my case (being so Lazy) it’s a comfort to know what it is — a guy’s gotta Sleep ffs.

  7. “One more schmuck who couldn’t take it.”

    yeah, you guys are stacking up like

    Cordwood in our navigable waters

    if it’s not too much to ask wouldja

    mind terribly Not offing yourself

    *till the next time you can Vote

    for Biden? Thanks! owe ya 1

    I need to take the yacht out…

    at least*

  8. Noun. Every time I see your name in the comments I want to name myself ‘Verb’. And then we could talk. And it’d be cool.

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