ander-kun

This was inspired by a song by David Nevue called "When the Hard Rains Come."  Go to http://www.freesheetmusicguide.com/original.htm, then scroll down the box until you find the song.  Listen to it. When the hard rains come, the power lines will drown, the certain things will melt away, and the people will live in waterproof houses, like goldfish. When the hard rains come, I will burn my umbrella, I will let down my hair, I will find the biggest puddles. When the hard rains come, I will open all the windows, I will let all the clocks fly out, I will set the houseplants free, I will give my clothes to charity and run outside in my swimsuit,

Clear the roads, people.  Clear the roads. *waves license*  :mwahaha:

First: The White Son is on semi-permanent hiatus (you're shocked, right?).  Other projects came up (for example, I was suddenly inspired to write a play), but while I'm not making any promises, I may get back to it.  I also may decide to illustrate a shorter, less epic story. Second: Europe is awesome.  As soon as I can get my hands on my grandfather's camera, I'll have some pictures to put up in scraps. Third: I've learned better than to make cavalier promises.  Therefore, there's a possibility that I'll be posting the aforementioned play in small chunks in the hope that I can get some advice and ideas (having never written a play before,