Nothing much

the chinese delivery guy with the beetling jaw was soaked. grimy water dripped from his mac onto my door mat that i just bought last week. my tip, commensurate to this weather, did not cheer him up. on tv, a thin-faced guy in an ad for a european river cruise, is eating alone in an outdoor bistro under some palladian arches, most likely in bologna. after dinner, not much else to do but wash conscientiously the dishes stacked up in the sink since wednesday. the rush of the water from the faucet seemed to shush the racket of the rain pounding the pavement outside. i looked out and from my window glazed with roiling sheets of gale water, a tree, heavy with rain, swayed with the wind and dripped with lights.