All the prissy bitches are whining extra loudly today, and all the tough guys are acting like they don’t notice. The Rain is here.

     The sky, the ground, the clay, and the walls are all the same color that they get this time of year. The hoods are up, even though they’re not waterproof, and the umbrellas are extra wide and obnoxious over the Administrators as they pass. No one’s smiling. So I can’t help myself. 

     Everyone takes it so personally, as though the weather were an affront to their existence soely, and that to be wet is an insult; the fact of which is enough to fuel white hot anger at their apathetic gods. Middle fingers silently thrust at the sky, the un-prepared wander through the streets, boiling in their silent rage.

     I wish I could drink, or have a smoke. Lacking either, I find myself more cloistered than usual. Alone at the back of the library, it’s nice to just sit. Warm, and basically dry. In a few minutes I’ll be out in the rain again, just like them. Well, almost like them.

   You’ll know it’s me. I’ll be the one smiling.