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Singing in the Rain (For Tom Neal)
March 19, 2023
I do love the pitter-patter of the rain tonight. When there is a scent of moisture in the air, that is the time when I'm happy. The dead bodies throughout this house seem to me like it was from another time or place. What has been done has been done, and I can't cry over spilled milk. I open the owner of this home's laptop and start writing on it. I presume the authorities will read this in due time. I may either check myself out or leave the premise.
Back to the rain. Ever since I was a boy, I felt great comfort in the storm. The more it raged and destroyed, the more my heart was happy. Even the leaks over my bed brought a sense of adventure to my life. Walking through an urban area, I often see homeless people in a cardboard shelter, but you know they are getting soaked. I know what it's like to be wet and in a bed or sleeping area. As a kid, I never wanted to wake up fully, so the rain pitter-patter on my bed till it got soaked. I just stayed in bed and counted the raindrops hitting my forehead. For some odd reason, I never got sick. While walking, I like looking at the wet streets reflecting the lights -like they are dancing on the pavement. The sound of the rain is a beautiful piece of music. Like millions of others, I feel like Gene Kelly in "Singing in the Rain." I want to dance till not only soaked but dead. The end of time, the end of everything -it's blissful to be at that point.
In a few days, a new sheriff will be in the main house. They're going to clean up Dodge and other towns. Sadly, I won't be around much anymore. Neither a lot of people. No pun intended on the folks who lived in this home. One thing I have noticed is that it just takes only one incident to change everything. You can plan. Or you don't plan. Still, having the stars set in a specific position can change one's presence and future. One lesson I have learned is always to lock your door at night. Even the friendliest neighborhoods can have a tragedy take place. It's always shocking. I'm glad I brought the news and not someone else.
Well, I should mozy on. It's getting late. Don't want to bore the fans out there. My hair is still wet from the rain. Before I leave, I'll go to the bathroom, comb my hair into a sweet pompadour, and then go into the night.
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