proud all in blackbets

so why why why why why does it shift (it? vaguaries bore you, do they?) on the course of a rainy walk, subtly and steadily? soggy boots, wetwoolwarping, and then, this: [if i reveled in bad days, as i sometimes resist not-doing, i'd find it almost perfect] splashing through a puddle, slowly in my shoes, no harm, almost home and almost dry. a car, or, no, a person in a car, protected thank god by steels of ambiance. and splashes me, the big way, looks maybe back to see me scowl. but just for fun, i admit. i get inside, sun comes out. i blog.