rain clouds will ask if you wanted your ground drowned and not wait for you to say yes.  rain clouds will wet your city like that one action movie where some guys did a heist during a flood then had to get chased by cops on jetskis.  what was that shit called?

rain clouds will be, like, “i see a brown lawn and i want it painted green.  bright-assed with the chloroplasts, and mushrooms in between.”  i wish i could stay up late and turn off the electronic white noise and listen to my roof get taken to pound town.  get down, make love.

alas, work beckons.  time to squeak in my thirty-six winks.  i’ll get the full forty when i’m dead.  rain will turn my ashes to clay.  good night, i say as if you aren’t going to be reading this when the sun is up.  good night.

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