|(Or, “Water you doing to me?”)
Well, I’ve had my wrists firmly slapped for yet again failing to take away valuable minutes of your precious lives by filling up a bit more Ad Space. It’s not, you understand, that I’m scared of the person who administered this slap, but I am and I promised to get around to writing something before the month was out. And so it is, then, that we find ourselves here. Nice to see you again.
Anyway, it just so happens, as is very often the case, that something’s come along to rile me enough to put finger to keyboard, thus saving me from having to ramble about nothing in particular. Today, dear reader, my bile is aimed squarely at the rain. Continue reading