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Can smell tonight's rain getting close.

Will it be gentle?

Just enough for a drink. Storm wont be till later.

I like storms. It should be such a super nice thing to watch.

Dunno how nice it'll be, but we need the rain.

Is it a really total bad storm?

Some flooding maybe. Nothing too bad.

That ain't too bad.

Not the storm that's so bad. It's who the storm brings with it.

If it brought you in, I ain't that worried.

The moon brought me. I just followed the wind. Storm's a whole other matter.

Who is coming in on the storm, sugar? It can't be me or my wife, we've been here a good month already.

Dunno. I don't look into storms. ...Don't often like what I see.

You see a lot, don't you? Me too, but I'm trying awful hard not to. The more I talk the easier it gets, so my mouth just keeps running and running.

Only if I look. Tricks not looking. But it's a trick. Hard to do.

That why you can't look at me?

I can talk to you without even saying a word, but its rude. Its easier to talk that way.

I'll see too much if I look. That's Rude too. And trouble.

I never was afraid of too much trouble. Look, would it help you if I sat around the corner?

No. lets just walk... But not in the cemetery. It's too noisy there.

Let's find a quiet park somewhere?

With trees. Trees don't talk so much.