It has just rained. Little droplets are lingering on my eyelids. Sometimes I just want to close my eyes long enough to rememeber something more than words or phrases or the pain people carry in their little locked up hearts. Sparrows are on the lawn and it is green, and fresh and a little bit different from the last time I looked. It's raining again. Then it will stop. It'll continue until it decides it's had enough raining and stopping. You know what? Fuck it.