Dunne

I look outside and see that it's raining.  The occasional splashes of cars dashing in to puddles while carefully steering a corner reaches up to the tenth floor room closest to the tower to the university.  I look through the window and stare a little until I can see the faint silhouettes of the thin yet dense rain as it comes down at its wind pushed angle, the palm trees giving away the angle at which this rain tries to get below the coverage of an umbrellas protection.  It seems that Monday is garbage day for those cookie cutter houses, I watch as a trash truck with the mechanical arms reaches out to pluck the moist morsels of the day and h