i need to find a way to the rain just as the clouds in this season

The rain this one day is words on a page;

The rain in spring is balances tipping.

It’s never incredibly hard to spill because it’s only spill right.

The other is another. There’s throwing all investments away and going straight to the 4400, but if she finds something more congenial then I have to also.

So it rolls back to the computers somehow and somewhere, and this idea of being good at tests: piling up certs. Not the ones I would want, but the ones that pay and the ones they’re looking for. In nine months. Many maybe.

And thence the next city, or god help us the Valley of Fire, or maybe some middling road across the short border.

There were four cities so long ago and they are still the likeliest ones for the making of thunderclaps and a hard male downpour of the arroyo-dashing size and symbolism.

Consider them during a microdose.