A Weather Update

It's raining again. Sheets and blankets of moistening discomfort falling upon, drowning newly green things. Things that were parched to colorlessness only a week ago. This rain does not renew me, it reminds me that my left windshield wiper is torn, creating a pattern of partially obscured sightlines on the glass. The smell is palpable. Topsoil and leaves. Hot pavement. My own breath, billowing outward in a cloud, but filled with holes faster than a gangster in Elliot Ness' crosshairs. Instantaneous. The birds were so happy just minutes ago.

A Weather.

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Shirley Road Shirley
Oh My Stars
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