Here Comes The Rain Again

Rain today felt heavy on my freshly massage oiled face making it difficult to jump over puddles. The Boulevard looked oddly abandoned, maybe even broken, so I ran as best I could towards home. My home with plants drying, a barron fridge, chipped paint, missing doorknobs, a coffee stained couch, etc... By the time I got there, I was drenched with all the good work mixed in this water and nothing like skin was smooth anymore.