It's Raining

Waiting for friends to pick me up. They want to do a tour of architecture when it is cold and pouring. I want to die. But on and on goes this nightmare. I can't seem to wake up. 

Do you like me at all God? Do you have any mercy for me or is it all nice and noisy? 

"I am here. Rest in me. I will make a way for you. Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Don't lean on your understanding. I love you and like you son."


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