rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Again

The slow rain drips for hours, filling the night with soft pattering and trickling. I enjoy listening to it too much. I do nothing else all night. Now the night is gone, but the rain is still falling. It will probably still be falling when I wake up. I'll probably write about it again. If it continues to fall tonight, though, I don't think I'll spend so much time listening to it. I'll go poke around at the Historic American Buildings Survey section of the Library of Congress. Everything is going to be washed away, so I'd like to see what it was.
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