my first heavy monsoon-ish rain of the season is pouring down outside my (temporary) window. reminds me of last summer, trapped in the Fed after hours because i didn't have an umbrella, and Jay didn't want to leave til the rain eased anyway. reading random bits of stuff online, talking about future plans, wondering if the rain would ever go away. then walking out onto Jackson and having the heavy humidity slam into my lungs like a jackhammer, reminding me of home. how odd, that a year later i should be sitting in a similar office building, staring out the window at the rain cleaning an (un)familiar skyline, and missing chicago?