February 25, 2016

Mad Lover

"It's an El Nino year," she said.


An El Nino year?

"Yes.  An El Nino Year."

... So lots of rain, and - and -

"And what?"

Well, you know.
(Now listen to this.)


Sorrows instilled in every cell.

They who mope - heads hanging,

To high heads and brilliant rays that beam in giddy laughter

Have you forgotten?


"Oh, the rain.  You mean the tears..."

Right.

You know I can't bear to see you suffer.


"You're so happy, though!  Why are you so happy?!"

...

You know, they say the happiest people are those who understand the deepest sorrows.


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