It’s pouring out.

Buckets of rain clanging on top of people. The phone rings. Someone wants to know how bad it’s raining where I was. They don’t want to come over if it’s bad. I don’t bother looking outside, I just say,

“It’s pissing like a incontinent octogenarian.”

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