First World Irony

Outside it is pouring with clean fresh drinkable water that is going from my roof to the storm water pipes, wasted.

It is barely dawn and so cold outside and I am glad to have the perfect shelter of a roof overhead. 

I have the incredible prosperity to be dry, and yet an wet; standing under a hot shower. 

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