rain voice

[wakingupdancing]

The rain hems us in. It surrounds my bike, daring me to ride. It guards the streets, watches the crosswalks. My two rain jackets are already dripping from kitchen chairs. Diane is somewhere out there, on a wet bus streaming through the rain. She'll have to cross a falling gray sea before she reaches home

Comments

[desultorie]

I'm a blues hungry soul. I assume you made it to Canada?