Monday, May 4, 2009

Short Stories

This is the story of my grey, rainy day; and being grey and rainy is not a bad thing to me. The day started with me looking out the window at a foggy city, covered in clouds and raindrops, I put my hand out the window to feel the cool dampness of a springtime raindrop and then stuck my feet in my tennies and walked down the damp sidewalks of Portland. Unfortunately, my feet did not remain as dry as the rest of me under my raincoat.
I just want the warm, summer rains to come. I am waiting.

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