Kidneys of Darkness

The rain, it just won't go away to come again some other day. It doesn't care who wants to play.

I trudge through the swamps that used to be parking lots. Step outside and there's no way to stay dry. My rain jacket has started shedding it's liner on my shirts. It's time for a new one.

I've seen things man. Wet things. Things you could never comprehend in your dry shoes and your dry socks.

Oh, and the countdown is at two. Two.