Every afternoon the skies here become a massive dark grey cushion and at 4:42:26 exactly all of the seams burst open, pouring out sheets of rain for a half hour, just in time for my walk home. There are no crosswalks here and pedestrians do not have the right of way, so my lovely work pants are soaked from rude drivers speeding up to splash me.
Oh well, nothing that Elizabeth Bennet and rock climbing can't fix.
I am thinking of being the zombie-fighting version of Elizabeth for Halloween. She would definitely know how to scale a wall.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Rainy Season
Posted by On poems and stories and light at 4:40 PM
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