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Rain, I don’t mind.

After seeing today’s cloudburst in New York City tear down a huge tree, snap it into splinters, this definition of “rain”, found in Ben Marcus’s The Age of Wire and String (I’m rereading it, now), strikes me as apt:

“Hard, shiny silver object, divided into knives and used for cutting procedures. Most rain dissolves within the member and applies a slow cutting program over a period of years. This is why when one dies, the rain is seen slicing upward from its body. When death is converted into language, it reads: “to empty the body of knives.”

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