“there goes the boy in the pretty shirt with the golden smile that made you feel new.” i used to think that the rain made it all okay, that the rain washed it all away. all these lonely people standing in the rain, i thought, were newly-made saints, forgiven of all their past mistakes. i stood in the rain, for a week and a day, i thought it was washing it all away. but when you let me back inside, i found that i was the same person i always have been, no better and no worse.
