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I Mean It Rained.

[Name Removed] says the rain is more internalized in less rural settings.  I
don’t wonder much.  Tufts of suede drip from last night’s coat pockets.  Hay
bales in January are not so fresh.  A yellow film covers the Oakland Hills.
Where am I?  Perhaps I dozed off.  Ah, here we are: “Carrots in the ground

and more leaves fallen.  The sun in my cocktail.  One bird’s always louder

than the others.”