Tuesday, September 6, 2011
It reminded me of Vietnam, when the rain turned the streets to rivers and the sound of water on the roof was deafening. It was the only time the streets were still, when the gray skies fell all the way into the city instead of hovering above the rooftops. The city was cleansed and for a moment the sky was blue. I loved the city most then.
Posted by Danae Gillespie at Tuesday, September 06, 2011