Today’s music comes to my stream via the weather report. Looking ahead at the ten day, I saw rain, coming up…rain, rain, rain. With that, the neurons organized. “Rain, rain, rain, a wicked rain” began, the first lines of the Los Lobos song, “Wicked Rain”, from 1992. I like what I perceive as the song’s darkness.
“There’s just one chance in a million that we’ll make it out alive.”
Michael Seidel, writer 
Lol that line you write. It is synchonistic with a comment I left just seconds ago. Stabbing westward, sometimes it hurts.
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