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The Rain

April 15, 2009
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A sprinkling of rain here is like a fucking blizzard in any other country. Everything grinds to an absolute and utter halt. People refuse to leave the cover of shelter for fear of their hair getting wet.

People who usually fly along at double the speed limit suddenly age 40 years and drive like an old person – super slow, hunched over the wheel. Traffic grinds to a halt, deliveries don’t get done and nothing functions.

Ok, I admit, I hate the rain. I hate getting wet in the first place and being damp and cold for hours afterwards. I hate having to change my clothes. I hate having to run to my car scrambling for my keys. But it doesn’t make me stop functioning as a human being.

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