The weatherman calls for rain, but then again it always rains here. The rain is cold and it is harsh against my clothes and against my skin. The rain comes down and it pours, and when it doesn’t pour it turns into mist that surrounds me to always let me know that it is there with me. The rain will never leave.
The weatherman calls for rain. He is an idiot in a village full of them. The rain builds up on the edges of the streets and seeps on to the sidewalk. The rain puddles look like lakes on the ground. I feel as if I am Jesus walking on water, but the holes in my shoes bring me closer to the ground than closer to god.
The weatherman calls for rain, but what does it matter? When it rains it pours and it makes days seem like weeks and weeks like months. Time stands still here only the rain and the weatherman are constant around me. Some days it burns and some days it heals, but its presence is always with me. I wonder what it would be like without all the rain.
The weather man calls for rain, and I assume my place once again.
Story blog how strange… This is a flash fiction micro tale about nothing inspired by my time in Washington State… Fun fact it rains there.. a lot.. I remember walking to work and dodging the tidal waves created by the city buses… For a place with so much rain it always seemed as the roads were flooded… Too broke to afford even the bus. I often arrived to work soaking wet.. It was very humbling and honestly some days I miss it. Maybe it’s the youth I miss… Not caring about anything… Of course that wasn’t even the case then… Everything seemed way more important than it ever actually was.. I worked in a fucking video store.. haha…
Another reason I wrote this story was because I could careless about the weather.. Not the environment.. I care about that.. Put your fangs back in… What I mean is that I don’t care if it is raining or not… It either is or it isn’t.. So to me weather specialist are kind of pointless… Tying it all together… There might be some more symbolism in there somewhere… Not sure what it could be..
Are we neighbors? 😉😄🤗
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Possibly.. I don’t know my neighbors.. : )
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Layne… I really liked this! It was surprisingly charming and perhaps you didn’t mean to. But it was. The other thing I love about it is that you’re in it. I imagined your gravatar splashing to work… LOL.
My head escapes me sometimes. Sorry.
I imagine “singing in the rain” as the track for this. 😀
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haha Thank you… That would be pretty funny…
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I like your brain.
I like this post a lot.
Rain is a love of mine.
😉
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Thank you… I find that the rain brings me peace… my brain on the other hand not so much…
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Same here
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I came back and read your italics. I worked in a dvd/game shop!first proper job! Just had to share a bit more of Our excellent synchronicity x
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That’s awesome… it was a great job… one of the easiest I have ever had… the simple days…
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Simple days…yep. What happened to those?
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washed away in the rain…
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If we collated some of the things you and I say to each other in comments, they would make a brilliant song 😉
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almost a spoken word poetry type of thing…
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Yes exactly. Love that you get me
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