RAIN

When it rains hard in the city, the intersection of Belmont and Halsted floods. Pedestrians must try to be super heros and either leaps over the puddles or quickly dive through traffic to avoid being ankle deep in mucky grey rain water. Sometimes it doesn’t seem worth the effort. And maybe it’s not. Maybe rainy days are Mother Nature’s ways of giving us an out, of giving us an excuse to lay in bed all day, listen to the thunder and read the New Yorker.

Sometimes in the city, you need a good hard rain to remind you of who you are and why God invented beds.