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there's something magical about rain. the smells of wet pavement, wet grass, mud, wet cotton sweatshirt, wet wood, the absolute silence as every other student in the school sits in class or in the library, and i walk in big circles around campus, singing ani difranco and smiling. two sixth graders snuck up behind me...i think they were imitating the way i walk...but i was too tripped out on rain to care. seriously, it makes everything okay. sixie one: 'HI DANA.' much giggling. we approach the library and i catch sight of them in the glass doors, walking goofily and laughing. 'she can see us!' one of them hisses. they run off to get snack and i come in here, completely peaceful and happy. middle schoolers are silly. but i really am peaceful. and not giddy-happy, just content-happy with a bit of floaty-ness...i want to run through the rain all day.

sometimes things happen between people out of their normal context. and then they get back in the frame of reference they usually see each other in and things change. sometimes they don't. but usually they do.

i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tome again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through