Self Improvement: Water

Insufferable water. It is pompous rather than pure, babbling it's way down from the mountainsides, pooling in the most inconvenient places, engendering rust and decay. No matter one's situation water will find the form most appropriate to find your ill favor. Beneath an awning? Fogs and mists will spittle in your face. Walking to work? Your feet will be mired in oil-slicked puddles. And most loathsome of all is it's tendency to fall from above, rain! What a cruel joke, splattering the lenses of your glasses, trickling down the temple and into the ear, finding its way through vent and seam... but alas, our accursed bodies are mainly constituted of the stuff, and daily I must pour it's base formlessness down my quivering throat and try, oh how I try, to respect it and embrace my need...