the small town fair showed up with the rain.

it was a dark day, almost like a tim burton scene. the air was thick and wet, heat sticking to our skin. neon on the wet pavement, puddles everywhere. kids ran between rides. parents held damp tickets. the games made noise and the rides were old, paint peeling, screws a little loose. we went anyway. we stood in line with wet shoes. why do we do this? stand in the rain for a ride that makes you a little sick.