All night long the rain. All day the rain. The sound of the rain and smell of the rain. The look of the rain sometimes slowing down. The forecast about the rain and threat of the rain on the river rise causing areal flood watch warnings mudslides impacts to snow levels and ski resorts with the snow pack weakened and avalanche warnings and even drought come summer (which seems counterintuitive) on account of all this rain. The rain pooling through the broken seams in our gutter. All night long the rain. Sometimes the wind.

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Tags: pacific northwest, prose, Seattle, William Pearse writer