and the drizzle decided to have a break, a run to the hills to try to clear my head, the local gods noticing and calling the drizzle to return but only until they'd woken up enough to transform it into proper rain... or were they waiting until i was at the most distant point from a bike stand before unleashing the torrents... taking shelter in the cat temple until it's clear that the rain's not going to stop anytime soon, certain that there are grins upon the faces of the surrounding deities...but there's an inexhaustible seam of joy to be had in aquaplaning through a downpour...