Rain doesn't always happen outside

I finished Cleveland Raining....

Not really sure how to respond or what to say...

When I picked it up I couldn't put it down, does that say enough?
I'm not yet caught up to the class, at least I don't think I've caught up.

The play reminded my of Francis' Purple, mainly because of its symbolism, not really any connection in the plot. I guess I don't have much to say, these past few days have been weird for me. School needs to end pretty soon. I'm missing something and its hard for me to give myself to my work and studies. Am I taking it too seriously? Probably, but I can't shake this feeling, things aren't what they used to be. I guess I have to keep my head high and march forward. The post, this post, is a record of my reading the play.


Bobby, thank you for your post. I hope my final project will shed some light on where I am coming from any the anger and frustration that I feel. Its easy to go to the hate party, but even easier to forget that you gotta go home sometime. Hope is where we have our homes. Hope that we'll find happiness and hope that peace will settle into our lives. Its not easy to see things clearly when you are in the middle of things, but once the lights go out and everyones asleep you can start to hear the world again. Maybe then, just for a little bit, you can hear whats actually being said, in the silence that follows. Maybe