maybe there's a God above

[thejunipertree]

The day has gone from sunny and bright at noon, warm to the point where I had to put my car windows down at lunchtime because the Cadillac was getting grossly hot, to bucketing down great sheets of rain at four-fifteen in the afternoon.

I want to take these ridiculous shoes off and madly dance out in the parking lot in my stocking feet, with my hair sticking wet against my bird-bone skull and my face turned to the grey sky.

Rain has never overly bothered me. Days like this leave me craving the feel of it on my skin. I could walk forever in this weather, singing John Cale over and over again.