So I wrote a shitty poem about it.
First storm in months to break the drought
Months of nothing, until suddenly
Two days and two nights of nonstop water from the sky
It's like the clouds were playing a trick on us, but now
They cannot hold their laughter in any longer
A solid inch of standing water--hell, it might even be two--
Offers to carry me across the parking lot
But the molecules cannot hold me up
And so I fall under the brim
My little black ballet flats soak completely through
And it occurs to me that maybe I should take into account
The weather whilst deciding what to wear
But I guess it's too late for today
Cold feet, cold toes, cold seeps through all of me
Until I'm shivering all day, and my feet aren't dry until lunch
Call me a devil for praying for the rain to stop
It's just that I don't have any socks
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