Oh the rain. I love how it cleans up our dirty little city.
The fresh water covers the smog saturated air, it is like I can breathe again.
In and out. The skyscrapers as pristine as the wild mountains.
I especially enjoy listening to Fake Empire by The National during a good rain.
"Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders "
It makes my wet oxfords seem so much more appealing as I imagine each bead of water as a perfectly set diamond
and as i slip on my way to class I am merely doing a "gay ballet on ice"
I think that this song is lovely.
His deep voice seems to wrap around you and hold you still
even if it is only for a second.
Also, rain fashion.
I didn't know how great it could be until the wonderful Sartorialist opened my eyes to this wonderful little hooded coat.
This baby makes rain look good:)
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