Tanner Brockwell

this evening i am recovering from a week long cold. it has mainly been sinus pressures. an occasional cough, and well i thought i’d kicked it, but the reoccurance of verse.

an interesting piece it reminds me of futures. it starts about the expectation of the rain. and through a repeating structure describes how the rain will come.

i think that my memories of rain are some of the most vivid. growing up i remember a metal roof that amplified every drop of rain that fell. when it hailed or stormed you always heard it.

the roof was so high, that condensation would fall back on the sub-ceiling. i used to dream about that roof, i never went up on it, but i saw the underside of the rigid corrugated tin.

anyway this was a pleasing interlude.

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