NoirRomance

Today is one of those days where the clouds hang heavy, thick and pregnant with the promise of rain. They are so opaque, so dense that when I stick my tongue out to wet my dry, chapped lips I taste the water in the air. It is so real and yet at the same time it has never existed, not yet anyway, not as rain. Perhaps it has been rain once before, rain that fell from the skies to become a puddle or an ocean, rain that was evaporated by natural process back into rain. I don't know. I really want it to rain. The day is unseasonably warm for a late autumn day making it sticky and humid; a long sleeve tee in grey wool was not the right choice of a