parapluie

it just started raining like nobody's fucking business over here. i open all the windows wide wide wide and turn off the stereo, so i can listen. it's bouncing off the fucking sidewalk. i reach my arms out the window as far as they can go. the beat of the rain stiffens, dropping sheets, sounds like the inside of the west edmonton mall. my apartment fills with the smell of rain and summer and outside. the floor is still strewn with my things - cloth things mostly, shoes, cds, dvds, discarded work. and still it rains. i can see. harder and harder it seems. the cars still speed by, unaffected by the downpour. SLOW DOWN FUCKERS! no one listens. a woman in a black coat bows her head, caught in what looks like a shower stall that extends throughout the entire city. she carries groceries that are getting heavier by the moment, weighed down by water.

now it slows just a little. enough that i don' t feel it might pound through the roof and find me.

and now it has stopped. like a fan going off, relief from the sound is palpable.

the cars keep driving. faster and faster it seems. more and more of them.

is it safe to go for groceries now, or will i get soaked? it smells so good.