When the rain comes down like this, a rain that makes the air look hazy, a rain that would soak you in just a few moments of standing absorbed in it, it often makes me think of New Orleans. It's a rain that, to me, speaks of adventure. I once stood out on some street in the French Quarter some time in the Summer of 1995 and chose to get drenched in
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