sour dough

it

never fail

s how deeply

the weather affe

cts me. it’s pouring

out. and while there are

only a few things nicer than

an afternoon under cozy blankets

with just the right amount of breeze from

the rain outside, rain in the evening blows. rai

n at night, well that’s a different story. all types of ro

mance and mystery can be injected into a night where th

e downpour acts as the soundtrack. rain in the evening, how

ever… well it’s just plain inconvenient. it brings out an uncertainty

in me. it plays on my indecisiveness and highlights my laziness. it tur

ns me into a lump on any given piece of furniture. and this lump is nothi

ng similar to the elegant nature in which my cat poses on said furniture

creating graceful silhouettes. no. no. i am just a lump. like a piece of so

ggy bread that’s absorbed all the rain to the point of obscurity. i’ll ge

t my shape back at 8. but for now, i sit. lumpy. obscure.