The rain's hanging low.
It's one of those days when it feels
like a wet lid is put on the city.
Pulled over our eyes.
Darkness before time.
We get wet and soaked and smelly
before we all squeeze in to an already overloaded
subway car.
Getting a taxi is not going to happen.
Taxis are elsewhere when it rains.
Maybe they are where the sun is?
I can't make up my mind whether
it's really beautiful or just dreadful.
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And, on this side of the world, we're suffering from the sand storm swifting from Beijing and the only people who would still smile are the car washing companies.