and the winner is..

This London rain. It makes me very sleepy. It's the type of overcast that stretches itself from horizon to horizon. If we weren't driving on the left side of the road and I didn't have a bubbly Greek (I think) sitting next to me on the phone flowing with noises I could never make, I'd think I was in Michigan. That's why I like it hear. It's a lot like home but with noticeably more pale skin, greasy hair cigarettes and musicians. If you know me even a little then you know where that list sits with me. I'll fight the precipitation in order to stay awake, to breath it in, even if its only highway air. I'm sure the rain will prevail with a knockout punch, the bags under my eyes already in place as mock bruises. You win slow drizzle... you win