Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up

9.8.10

A month and it still rains. Everything is damp, clammy to the touch, and there is no way to dry it. The air is heavy with water even when the rain stops. Matches won't light. Clothes won't dry. Everything smells of mildew or rot. My lungs rot in my chest from breathing water.