They exist as unprotected reminders of how we’re all one medical catastrophe, one car accident, one layoff away from sudden displacement.Īnd all the pains and traumas that come with that. In a city where you need to make more than $80,000 to rent the smallest of studio apartments, tent encampments aren’t monstrosities. Unhoused residents of the city seek respite under concrete buildings, some of which house the very company offices that have made securing permanent shelter here unreasonable. There’s an inordinate amount of human suffering laid naked by the rain in San Francisco. Before our only celestial home becomes a martian landscape, alien and unaccepting of human life. Before my friend’s children die without ever seeing a Sumatran tiger. I wish and hope and pray (to a higher power I struggle to believe in) we can walk through such a reality, soon.īefore I move on from this mortal coil. Like how this flushing of residual matter makes way for better things. I like to think rainfall in San Francisco opens up a passageway to change. Which, in this instance, includes the beautification of a reduced San Francisco - America’s largest green city set inside a country failing on virtually every climate crisis initiative.īut what is one to expect when living in a nation that was fundamentally founded on human suffering and odious amounts of greed? These individuals express their principled SF nativism by not shouting on Twitter, but rather helping in small ways to better the world around them. There’s also a chance that said items of trash are picked up by kind strangers.
As if emerging from dormancy, only to then ride a murky river to somewhere. When any amount of rainfall wets the city, discarded remnants of modern life - the synthetic detritus we busy our lives with wrappings that once enveloped perishable goods materials used to make face coverings worn amid a global pandemic - bleed into the streets. Anyone trying to convince you otherwise clearly hasn’t traveled outside of Marina in quite some time. San Francisco’s urban sprawls, especially in and around downtown, are filthy. Why? For one, there’s a sense of newness, of fresh commencements when the asphalt around the city slicks with rain. Nevertheless, the rain managed to wash the city of trash, election day flyers, and the general grunge that accumulates in a metropolis nearly as dense as New York City.Īnd there’s forever something particularly captivating about San Francisco in the wet. Though by no means equivalent to the record-breaking rainfall totals we saw in October of 2021 - w hen over 4” of rain fell in downtown San Francisco. Over the past 72 hours, the city (and much of the Bay Area) has been soaked with much-needed rain.
This past weekend and today, November 8th, proved to be a rather wet span of time for San Franciscans. Every time it rains in San Francisco, there’s a certain revealing nature to it that shows the city in its many facets.
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