It’s raining.
I want the rain to stop.
It fogs my brain.
Makes me want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
It blurs my thoughts.
But not just mine.
A bird hit my living room window five times this morning.
Five times.
Five times the poor creature flew on a clear path to safety.
Right into my dirty window.
BAM!
I want the rain to stop.
It’s raining.
