Rain sounds like someone
typing. I hear the wet click
of each letter like a shutter
clicked shut. It sounds like
a horse trotting over stone
roads at night. A woman in
heels with something urgent
to say. That’s not to say I
think a woman is a horse or
the other way around. But I
wrote this before I knew what
I was hearing because what
I was hearing kept changing
what I knew before I wrote this.
