It was always the same picture. How do you endure always being in the rain? Little by little I froze more and more, but my desire to hear more was greater than my ever-increasing unwillingness to face the rain. And you came reliably with the rain.
It was always the same picture. How do you endure always being in the rain? Little by little I froze more and more, but my desire to hear more was greater than my ever-increasing unwillingness to face the rain. And you came reliably with the rain.
It was a long time coming, the next rain that should bring you to me, weeks of drought, but so much was left open. What happened to you next, locked alone and abandoned in this tower room?
