Drip, Drip, Drop. The pitter-patter of raindrops, Tap. While the city, Shivers from a cold-snap. A woman sits, with book in hand, Fingering wet pages in the rain. She's flying high in dreamland, Working double-shifts in her brain. On a cold, dark, and empty night, Under the smoldering of a streetlight, Lost upon a green … Continue reading Reading in the Rain