Don't think like a shop girl! Think like a poet!"Veronica, - Mary Gatskill
The rain out again, hammering the puddles full of holes, pocking the black-and-silver world with shining darkness. Rain soaks each leaf and blade of grass, bloating the lawns until they seem to roll and swell. Houses recede. The wind rises. The eyes and ears of God come down for the walk". - Mary Gatskill