It’s raining again. For me, rain is the single thing that will prevent me from getting to sleep. I am the master sleepist. I’ve slept on the sidewalk in front of my home in broad daylight because I’m so damn cool. It’s hard to say exactly what about rain that keeps me up. It’s the pitter patter, it’s the inconstant yet constant unpredictable sound that disturbs the windows when it’s really raining. I like rain when I’m awake. Ever since the Mexican torrential night-rains I’ve ditched umbrellas. But the rain makes me pay. I dance in the rain during the day, and it dances on me when I am trying to get to sleep. There’s not even any fucking thunder.