Friday, September 11, 2009


I love waking up to a gray day
I love the sound of wipers across a windshield
I love running from the car, attempting to avoid getting wet
I love staring out the window of a monotonous classroom to watch the droplets
I love driving all my friends home so they won’t get soaked
I love getting to work early and sitting in the parking lot,
listening to the pitter-patter on the car roof
I love standing under the awning on your cigarette break
and blowing clouds of gray into the already gray sky
I love how the nighttime stoplights shine on slick streets after a day full of rain

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