Listen to the sounds of rain clattering on the metal pipes, windows and roof. The constant drumming against the house. The world has shaken off it’s mantle of white for one of gray clouds and rain. Huge puddles and lakes tell us she can no longer absorb anymore liquid, yet the rains come here while in other parts west of here she is denied the wetness which the parched dry areas crave what we no longer need or can take in. Where is it all to go?