It’s raining, it’s pouring

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…and I prefer my old man’s snoring.

It is hard to tell when the sky is going to unzip, dump several hundred gallons — enough to wash the streets clean again — and then close again, so the shopkeepers can sweep the water from their entrances and open the windows again, welcoming the fresh night air and the insistent song of the koki.

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