But I Am.

It rains. Great torrential downpours that travel into the courtyard like waterfalls. There's a soft rush to the water, not like October weather at all but like summer rain the kind that makes you laugh and run in it until your clothes stick to your skin and it doesn't matter. The ether frazzles, there's static on the line and you paint the silence in dark colors. It's been so warm this week and November seems improbable. I don't have the answers.

I was hoping you might.