The sky cannot decide shine? and neither can I. Rain Rest or rise? We settle on both. I wear sunglasses and a raincoat, and trod across soggy, squelching grass my hair slowly soaking with every raindrop racing past. A block away, my arms are around your waist, whispering sweet nothings, like rain on a tinContinue reading “Aubade Featuring a Worm – Madeline Chandler”