It rains in New York! But it doesn't rain in LA. It rains in New York! But it doesn't rain in LA.

And I walk with my hood up and my locks tucked in. And my pants rolled up and my shoes dirty wet.

It rains in New York. And yesterday I sun skried in New York.

I dance so hard that I can't sit on the toilet or turn my neck without wincing. I danced and I sang at the callbacks for the twelfth time. And I was grateful for singing and dancing and my supportive father and my magnificently beautiful life. This is an experience I am full gratitude stinky subway for. Wet humans are repulsive smelling in New York.

But it rains in New York and it doesn't rain in LA. It rains in New York and it doesn't rain in LA.

Bless the overcast sky with it's casual interactions and private moods. The city and I shower to become clean.

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