WEATHER REPORTS The forecast says tomorrow will be fine. I distrust the forecast the way I distrust anyone who is certain about tomorrow while standing comfortably inside today. RAIN AT FOUR It starts the way confessions start — a few words, then a few more, then all of it at once, the gutter overwhelmed, the downpipe doing its frantic best,
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