What To Do When It Rains
Conked out to rain, woke up to rain. Rain on the weekend, on Monday, Tuesday, now Wednesday. Dodging the drops to take a walk. Today if there's a break I'll be outside again.
Meanwhile, morning arrives gray and soggy. It's a good day to clean the basement, sort through old files. Only that's not what I want to be doing on July 3!
Tomorrow will be better, they say. Until then, I pile the books beside me. Four from the library yesterday and another, electronic one I couldn't find in hard copy. That's the one I'm reading now.
I'm in war-worn Berlin, riding the U-bahn, hungry, cold and afraid. Is it raining? Is it dry? Who cares?
Meanwhile, morning arrives gray and soggy. It's a good day to clean the basement, sort through old files. Only that's not what I want to be doing on July 3!
Tomorrow will be better, they say. Until then, I pile the books beside me. Four from the library yesterday and another, electronic one I couldn't find in hard copy. That's the one I'm reading now.
I'm in war-worn Berlin, riding the U-bahn, hungry, cold and afraid. Is it raining? Is it dry? Who cares?
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