Waking up this morning, I couldn’t hear the rain. I put my hand on the door handle and it starts. Hunger is a powerful thing, and I thought I would be okay outside. I stumble out the front door of the hotel; the rain is coming down consistently, not heavy.. Just enough to get soaked through.
I walk around the block, searching the streets for a cafe. The rain is gathering momentum. I take a side street, maybe there is food down there?
It just keeps raining.
More fucking rain
The streets are now …