to do acts of tourism in the rain requires that certain steadfast bravery children shriek as the sky betrays them grey seeping into inward grumbles every photo highlights imperfections the war for space mediated by umbrellas
you start wondering gloom thoughts if the titanic had tourists on board and it rained on the ancient seas perhaps the nature of an amiss would be noticed faster if all of them huddled indoors in a grim silence as nature betrays the promised venture
and everyone trudges to famous sights and sees nothing save the grey sky and imagines how it should have been










