rain as metaphor

i had to take some books back to the library, since monday would be my next chance and fines were due to begin rolling in tomorrow. it was raining a bit, and as i set off (in the wrong direction), i noted that the rain on my face was a bit like my current state of living. it's not real great, it's a bit rough going, but i'm handling it, you know? one of my friends once said how much she loved the rain, and that was enough right there to get me to love the rain. so maybe i need to start loving the city here because other people do, stop being mad at it for ruining people's lives, driving them over the edge, always asking more. Meanwhile, the toaster is functioning only to warm and dry my bagel, even after three cycles on the darkest setting. The exuberance of a day or so ago is looking like foolishness today. It's all a matter of perspective. Even the best bagel is better cut open and toasted.