16 July 2012

the storm

It is the end of a really long, hard week, and the rain finally comes; first on tiptoe and then stronger and faster until my hair sticks together and pours rivers down my cheeks.  I kick up puddles with my flip-flops; spatter-painting my calves in mud and eventually ducking for cover underneath the theatre marquee to watch my pent-up feelings slowly drain away. 

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