Where is my evening rain? I want the sky to unleash a downpour, for rivers to run in the gulleys and the storm drains to overflow… Where is my grey deluge? I need to exist underneath the raindrops and within the dripping fabric that whips against my skin in the wind… Where is my beautiful storm? I love the dark rain clouds that shadow the trees, and the thunder to split the air…
*sigh*
Where is my self-conscious pretentiousness, more like… This is ridiculous. I’m here to work. Onward.
it didn’t pour here but it did drizzle. i got to got outside several times and walk in the rain at work. fun stuff. keep on trucking matt. just take ppl’s BS if you have to. (key word HAVE)