The rain wanted to fight me.
Pouring down to become pines and needles
dropping down with mock-unison
into the now flooded sidewalk.
Daring me to tread through, knowing that I had to.
And so I did.
It was war.
And I came through on the other side,
wetter and dirtier than before.
Knowing that I had won
(12/19/15) Rained in California today. Declaration of war
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