My Rainy Friend the Puddle
There’s one lucky puddle that I always look to when it’s raining to tell me how hard, or has it stopped. The puddle reappears, in identical form to its predecessor, every time there’s a storm. I’m the only person in the world who knows about this puddle or cares about this puddle, gathering as it does to the side of the house behind ours, perfectly placed to reflect what little light remains on a muffled afternoon.
I’ve been staring out the window a lot. Yeah. So how’s your work coming?