we can write this end....

the rain this morning is a steady, hard rain.
a rain that keeps even die-hards in bed a little longer.
pitter-patter against the window pane.
in this rain there is a sort of hurried silence.
walk faster, move quicker, don't stop to say hello.
pull your jacket closer to you. run, run, run!
no one likes to be wet all of the time.


it's been a long day. am i still on track?
will someone please whisper "the most important thing..." in my ear?