Rain That Hammered Like Shouting Giraffes

The Rain that Hammered like Shouting GiraffesA Short Storyby Jane DoeKevin Wu had always loved sleepy San Diego with its talented, teeny-tiny tunnels. It was a place where he felt sneezy.He was a delightful, down to earth, cocoa drinker with fragile fingers and tall eyebrows. His friends saw him as a grieving, grotesque gamer. Once, he had even helped a knowledgeable old lady cross the road. That''s the sort of man he was.