A day in which one compensates for the mundane air of a rainy day by blasting
Chopin's Nocturnes, all whilst thou gracefully writes letters with a fountain pen- with strokes as
wistful as Chopin's docile fingers dancing from
key to key to produce a sound so novel as to seem to share a common origin of the precipitating rain itself.
Friend rings you to ask:" Yo homes what are you doing this rainy day?"
Answer:
Trick question!
It's Chopin Day so you never answered the phone because your phone ring was drowned out by the siege of
Chopin's evanescent crescendos blasting from the loudest speakers you own.
