Tuesday, August 31, 2010

this afternoon, there was a lovely rain.
it was possibly the most perfect rain I've ever seen.
the thunder rolled back and forth across the sky.
I went outside and got thoroughly wet, and now my hair smells like rain.

it was a september rain.
it's still august, until tomorrow.

That's terribly romantic and impractical.
I believe that I've been thinking too much in terms of The Fantasticks, rather than reality.
And all that incorrect capitalization makes me feel like ee cummings.

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