Against The Rain We’re standing on the high street watching the water rush down and force the lesser mortals off the streets. We have no coats, no jumpers... just our summer gear. Out in the open, unafraid of our enemy. We’re here in defiance, in refusal, in protest at being kept inside for so long by mere rain (although my resolve begins to dissolve as icy fingers claw through my shirt and into my skin). The faintly amusing slap of a foot falling in a puddle punctuates the gentle hissing of the rain. I shudder slightly, and we all agree that we’ve probably made our point by now. We run to cover like the cowards we are, doing our best to rub #life back into our raw, frozen hands.
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