BABY, THE RAIN MUST FALL
Somewhere in the midst of the darkness and the rain, I keep thinking about you. YOU, that I’m so glad for. YOU, that I’m so sad for. YOU, that I wish I could see more. YOU. and YOU. and YOU, too. Mostly, I’ve been seeing the world through a blur. Either a blur of raindrops, pattering down on the windshield before being SWEPT away to the sides and down, zip zop, zip zop as the windshield wipers clear the way. Or through a haze of blurry eyed squinterdom. Or the blur of perpetual motion. I was going to joke that...