It’s raining again. That’s almost once every day this week.

My old house was a row home like this one is, but it was a slightly wider house and had a sizeable front porch/ The porch had an actual roof over it, not just a corrugated awning. For some reason Philadelphia had a lot of brief hail storms in the spring of my Junior year of high school, and as soon as i heard the hollow pelting of ice on the roof i would grab my notepad and a pencil and sit just inside my front door. Hail seemed to always come down at a slant, and it would reach far into the porch leaving me untouched by a margin of no more than a yard. I would just sit there until the hail stopped and melted away, writing. I want to have a porch again.