More rain thoughts think that rain changes everything. I must nurse Tomislav and hope that this rain is one huge expletive. It breathes in and out. One minute heavy and another soft but ever present. I think today I wish I owned an umbrella. And a bowler hat. An umbrella with a cane handle or bone or ivory. This is another Saturday night washed out. In Diocletian’s palace there are many arches to shelter amongst with drowned Americans really suffering the abominable weather is this gadforsaken cidy. I think I’ll go back to read and to sleep after the rain petters out…


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