I want to know... If You've Ever Seen the Rain.

An ugly downpour is obscuring my beach dreams and deflating my brain-chemistry*. I've been reading this science fiction for days, stone drunk on pulp and grain alcohol and the tyranny of possession. It makes me think about a story my grandmother told me about one time right after she married my Gramps. They were in college and he went out drinking with the baseball team and came home late smelling** like a good time. Grams says that if they hadn't lived in a different town, she would have gone and stayed with her parents that night.
If only they had been born fifty years later.
I can barley hear what they're saying anymore.

*It's that feeling like I'm out of control in the most boring way possible.
**Yesterday we were outside at the Soap after working on building the maze and Will told me "dude you stink. Yeah, I could smell you when I got in the car."