novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- click click click i love watching the rain. i do not like standing in it, walking against the wind, its tides of diagonal rainfall seeping through my pantlegs and shoes. the umbrella bucking with each gale. the cold cold fingers. if there is no wind, i like to stand under an awning, half a foot away from the drops clicking into shallow puddles on pavement. the sound of their fall is vaguely insect. 4:06 pm - 12.01.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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