juillet 22, 2003
rain, rain, you're twelve hours late
as we watched the world go by from the back of the taxi, exhausted, i said that i wanted nothing more than a big, noisy, bright thunderstorm to roll in during the night, to hear it raging outside while we lay twined and dry in my dark little room.
clearly, nature got the message. and don't think i don't appreciate it, but you're a little bit late.
Posted by shivery at juillet 22, 2003 02:34 PMComments