but you can't stay here

oh i like the air right before the rain, it is charged with some electric field. no really it is, a physics book said so that before the storm... i trained while we were in class and the girl says "il fait pleuve" and then clapped her hands because she remembered how to say it. ces conards n'ont jamais envie de parler en français. then when i walk the air is steamy and the festering dead grass lets up the faint smell you associate with sweating and feeling sticky. estÊ es mi primero puesto a nomadlife.org.