february_rainstorm deb cold-kissed droplets pelting down leaning to the left flying through bony fingered limbs flash of lightening streaks the sky in bursts of camera bulbs taking pictures of our "cruel cold world" peering through the paint-clouded window panes feeling the damp cold air soak in smiles rise from troubled skin while music in the air proclaims loudly, and 'tis true "i'm only happy when it rains" 000301 what's it to you? who go blather from