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[zachariahskylab]

I wake up again and the rain rattles the sides of the tent and I check myself to see if I peed but I can't tell because I am soaked to the waste and the entire bottom of the tent is covered with water. I get  up and go outside and there is nowhere anywhere in the forest for miles around where I can escape from the rain. I'm outside Kildaire, Ireland and my one person tent cannot keep any man dry in that kind of rain. The canal has swollen and there is no other sound beyond water on water. I am completely soaked to the skin. I take my glasses off, because I can't see either way, and put them in my pocket. There is nowhere for me to go so I sit alongside the canal dangling my feet in it. The same canal where miles away in Dublin I had stood on the bridge and with suicidal thoughts considered about jumping in. I'm glad that I didn't. The worst part would have been the embarrassment of not dying and being dragged to safety by overly alert and helpful passersby in the middle of Dublin's city centre.

There will be no rest until the rain stops. This is why people live in houses because of the inexorable rain that soaks into your bones.