it's pouring invisible rain outside.
looking straight out my window, i can't see a single drop. but on the ground, seven stories away, puddles quiver disconsolately and the streetlights show glimpses of shiny, shuddering ground.
strange.
looking straight out my window, i can't see a single drop. but on the ground, seven stories away, puddles quiver disconsolately and the streetlights show glimpses of shiny, shuddering ground.
strange.