Rain

Journal: day 317

It rains every day here. Every now and then it slows to a trickle and the sun peeks through broken clouds for a few moments, but mostly it falls in great torrents of rain; constant, pounding, maddening. I listen to it, day and night, as it falls outside. The sound of it hitting the metal roof is a constant. Ting, ting, ting, it goes day after day and night after night. More
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About Phil Wheeler

Phil is an old man living in a trailer. He likes to write about things, but his memory is going, so who knows how much longer before his kids put him in a home.

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