more rain. if you add all the rain to the winter you must get sad. unless you like it. if only i could stay dry, but the cold wet seeps through my costly waterproof gear, and summer seems the briefest season that recedes and never comes and is gone before you know it. i hate to complain about the rain. i like it sitting here listening to the thunder roll over the trains and the swish of wet tires endlessly crossing the flashing grid. i just want to stay in. it's the last day of mister. it may be the last time we have to actually dwell together. it's grey. it's monday. it's cold and rainy. it's life. off and on, again and again, til it ends. it's rain.