The storm is coming. It's been building for awhile. The sky will open up and it will rain, and the rain will wash away the grime in the streets, and the water will flow away, into storm sewers, where it will be channeled to the Bay which is suffocating on the stench and on the filth. Afterwards, when the rain has stopped, here it will be cool and clean and quiet, until the next storm.

Stumble It!