today is a day for drinking tea. now i need a blanket, and a book. i'll keep the broken social scene.

you can rain today, sky. it's okay. dampen these dry mouths; quench the parched thirst

fill up the basin made by the recession of the tide; the pull and wane of the moon

and what of it. heh. not enough time for writing right now, two hours later, still no rain. silly sky, you are blue again!