Thursday Happened

In regards to Thursday, it rained. Just in the morning, just for a minute. It had been so long since this happened though that at first I didn't understand. I just looked out the window wondering why the air look all strange and smudgey like that. Then I heard the noise—like pebbles on corrugated tin, and smelled the scent—like dirt and leaves and other forest mysteries.

In the same way that thinking about death clarifies your life, a nice rainstorm now and then—well it purifies that sunlight that's surely to follow.