if we have to get wet let's get wet without spending money on breathable rainwear with miracle forever cancer chemical pfas. the water will fall and rise. maybe we will too, maybe the reptilian brain will adapt with amphibian resilience though the frogs are developing genetic abnormalities and  dying of forever chemicals along with the firefighters, the wearers of goretex, (al gore, algorythms, chemical green) and the consumers who drink the tainted water and breathe the air tainted with incinerated fire-fighting foam. maybe we'll adapt to forever wars and forever chemicals, though we don't know what sub-species the we will be. i'm struggling now and i don't expect i will be among that random elect. we see consolidation of power like fossil fuel, stored and wielded to control the consumers who must perforce consume the market replacing nature with chemistry. 
i need some rubber pants. i know even these are not simply natural but let me sweat not leak.
coming off the freight elevator a girl coming from the 2nd or 3rd floor in hot pink pleaded skirt and black stiletto heels and black leather bomber jacket sans rainwear or mask i thought maybe sexy is a kind of power and immunity to rain and virus like political power. who knows what is real in the pandemic reality. oh yeah, the pandemic is real, it just keeps on mutating unfathomably. maybe we can figure out how the bats live normal life with the virus. batshit president, maybe he's inhaling or mainlining bat guano. i was a spelunker and was told be careful of breathing batshit in enclosed spaces, like caves with no circulation, like solid stone culdysacs, told you can get so high you forget to climb back out. maybe the corona king sft is in his bat cave gone full tilt batshit crazy with a horde of sickofants attending his flaccid orange heinie.