o th rain

a fine rain soaked me on the walk home. walking thru the filthy old town before i boarded my train home – the rain fell as if it felt no consequence about its old work.. . that was right rain : )   because the old town is so grimed, a monsoon is necessary. we need Noahs flood to fight this old gloomed place. a civil gentle rain over these northern hills so  low and rolling because time has grooved them down – this soft old rain hasn’t a chance in the cursed old place.

thirty minutes north there  : ) rain of consequence.  train man D. blessed my walk home with his cool effusions. I love him, tho our friendship is new, since august. we didn’t solidify our acquaintance til mid September, just a few weeks back. but now we are old intimates. imagine that he greets me with “we missed you on on Monday/ you couldn’t wait?” what did he mean? ah, I couldn’t wait to get home. I travelled early/ no, you madman, no, you dear. I have drudging employ morn and night. Monday was that national bank holiday. I realized that I could not travel: neither that hell tour on the country local auftobus nor the train could take me to work on time. what to do but have a day of sleep instead. so I did. with much texting and quarreling I secured it. a day of sleep. and my old uber driver, paul, who will drive me anywhere for cheap, he nearly ruined it – first  he responded simply

“I will be sleeping” with a smile emoji.  how intimate! I replied “thank you paul I think I will take the day off!!!”

this seemed to rally him, oddly. he messaged me that he could in fact drive me to work. I ignored this.  I haven’t mended that yet, what to do.