Rain is falling steadily on the verge of heavily. It makes a nice sound. My basement has been flooding for weeks. I reckon it will be flooding for weeks to come. My own little Venice.
A thunderstorm is threatening an appearance. A growl here. A flash there. But it's growing. And looming. I'm shutting down these electronics for a bit. Turning you all off and away. Me and Vonnegut are going to hang out awhile and listen to the sound of it.