Dreams of Tortuously Indifferent and Unattainable Women
First,
it's
just the
low rumble
of thunder, like an
old delivery or trash truck
making its schedule around town, waking you from dreams
of tortuously indifferent and unattainable women from your past, to
a cold gray morning of steadily dripping rain and
rivers in the gutters with at
least a single leaf
to carry
off who
knows
where
(and
you
with it,
maybe). But
then, the alarm sends
everything scrambling for cover.
