The raindrops are bigger in Texas. As soon as I stepped off the plane, one fat, heavy raindrop splattered on the screen of my phone. Then I felt them on my skin, individual droplets making distinct marks on my exposed arms, because, despite the rain, it was t-shirt weather. Seattle rain yields obnoxious verbs: it sprinkles, or mists, or sprays, or, god …
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