I Tell My Sister I Don't Like It When It Rains
- •And she says, before I can finish,
- •Oh, I love when it rains. I love it.
- •I say, again, more quietly, that I don't like it.
- •She says, more loudly, she loves it.
- •We don't speak of thunder but it comes anyway and it's morning still so the lightening is traceless.