Wishin it would rain

Every now and then, I get into a darker mood and wish for rain. This makes the summer (actually, most seasons) in Atlanta fairly satisfying. Except for these last couple weeks, during which the clouds have threatened but rarely produced much rain at all. On the other hand, this tendency towards darker moods would make living in a climate like southern California's pretty unbearable. Speaking for me, not everybody. I think my wish for rain reflects more inner darkness than what comes through during everyday interactions.

But yesterday's sadness came from a few external things, like the news of death in the community. Not on par with that, but disappointing nonetheless, I heard yesterday from the State Department that I'm not invited to continue in my application to the Foreign Service. :( I don't feel entitled to the interview, but I have continued to maintain that I'd be able to succeed in the application and the Foreign Service Officer career. State apparently doesn't agree.

I just checked their online notification letter again to make sure I didn't mis-read it or that it wasn't wrongfully delivered yesterday. Maybe they put someone else's name on it and I downloaded the wrong one. But no. In an administration that is pumping up diplomacy, while managing highly-sensitive situations in Arabic-speaking countries, I thought I'd have to chance to go further in the process. My mistake.

Haven't done a pity post in a while, but here's why I'm "wishin it would rain."