Ernesto's heavy rains remind me of a poem, titled Rain, by Ross TenEyck
"On a cool sea breeze she comes in from the west,
the Rain Woman, the ocean's daughter,
dressed in windblown tattered grey that smells of the sea.
She is bringing me stories from her mother's house."
Pat and Mike jump off the Empire State Building
2 years ago
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