27 November 2012
You may hear a lot about rain.
You may hear that it hides even the heaviest tears, the most sorrowful of sorrows, the worst of you away.
You may hear that it's perfect for dancing in with a loved one all night, or that if it comes down hard enough it washes memories off the pavement.
That's all rubbish.
All it does is makes you miserable and cold and in need of a strong cup of tea.
I should know. I wrote this in the middle of it.
The Rain Is A Lot Of Things... • Opuss № I