It can hold no more – the sodden earth. It has drunk its fill and can hold no more.
Water is everywhere. Everything is damp and wet; the roads like rivers, pools overflowing, buildings sprouting leaks where there have not been leaks before.
Tomorrow we are escaping the confines of the apartment to venture into the great soggy outdoors, where we will consume warming beverages, wear waterproof shoes, and need the ability to dance around large droplets falling from trees and other overhanging things.
To shock passersby, I may jump unashamedly into large puddles – rain streaming from my hair, unrestrained laughter.
Words in their Hundreds 