2003-08-27 - 7:55 a.m.
Mighty hurls of swirling drops of wet and pellets of ice saturated the space between the funeral home and the elementary school this morning. That's where I noticed a lone walker in the lightning dawn; without protection and moving fast to minimize, I'm sure, her chances of eternal conductivity.
It hasn't rained like this in a while, at least not while I was driving. I turned the wipers on and watched the loose ribbons of rubber mosh like mad millipedes across the looking glass. Squinting through the windshield into the storm and chain smoking, Vicky and I made our way to work where in blind irony the sprinklers spat fresh fire to the deluge.
In the space between the elementary school and the funeral home a little rain must fall, sometimes to saturation, most times in irony but always with an eye on the dry times ahead...even if we have to squint.
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