It poured. Like barrels of water, splashing relentless on the roads, drenching the drains, flooding the fields.
Heavily it poured this afternoon. Like the Heavens opened up. As if the Heavens were weeping, weeping copiously.
Connecting the dots; how important.
Connecting the dots differently, a different model, in this new normal.
Blind to the connecting, blind to the connectors, blind even to some dots.
Like some Greek mythology of goddesses or gods being blinded for not connecting.
The rain ceased. Ceased too the zest. Deadened. Washed out.
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