They said there was a storm coming. It looked that way.

But the rain here isn't like a good tropical torrent. The wind gets very crazy and when you sit inside and it howls around the house, and the trees swing wildly, so you think they're going to fall on top of your roof. But I keep hearing stuff about the rain on the radio and not really seeing the rain.

The rain always seems visible ipso facto here - like one of those little notes that's headed 'While you were Gone'


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