What else the rain can do…

I saw this in the paper today when I woke up – and realised even enjoying the rain is only for a privileged few. Who says the best things in life are free? How can they be when someone else is paying for them – a cost beyond our wildest dreams? That clean after-rain air carries the stench of death; the chirp of sparrows is a dirge. The cock crowed a mourning wail.

Concrete continues to be poured into a parking lot.


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