The Drizzle That Rained Like Talking Snakes

The Drizzle that Rained like Talking Snakes A Short Story by Writer Unknown Mohammad Blunder had always loved industrial West Boggins with its pretty, powerful parks. It was a place where he felt worried. He was a gracious, daring, whiskey drinker with brunette fingers and sloppy hands. His friends saw him as an abundant, adorable angel. Once, he had even helped an odd disabled person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.