Some nights the rain falls harder than others. Come sit with me. Join me for some tea until the rain passes.

It has been days now, and I fear we may never see the sun again. But it is better to sit and talk with an old friend over hot tea, than alone and cold, out in the rain.

HEAVY RAINS OVER THE TIRED EAST BY MONTE BOURJAILY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 62 ❦ 34THPARALLEL.NET

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