The rain here is more like a mist and it reminds me of the time we went to Rochester to see RENT. We stopped very briefly in Niagara Falls where the mist is constant and It sits like dew on one’s face and clothes, eventually making one properly soaked. Your hair started to frizz, which you did not like but I was fascinated by the transformation and I loved it.
You rest on my thoughts like a Niagara mist on my skin until I am drenched in memories of you. You tangle any ordered thoughts I may have had. I am fascinated by my own transformation and I love it.
The Man in the Station
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