Status.

And some days your muscles are on fire, the bones probably embers, like coal burning beneath the ground producing heat.

There is perhaps no obscenity, only obscene people, who take affront to the unabashed freedoms of others, the right to express oneself in a manner most comfortable and fitting. Piss and cock.

Instead of saying, uhg blug rain shmain, we celebrate the sun's unique and rare appearances as nuanced art celibre. And taken further we see intermittent gaps in the frequency of rain as entirely novel occurrences that need our complete attention, with our eyes and ears and dance muscles.