02 August, 2009


I sit here this morning on my couch, stretched out comfortably with my feet up and my laptop softly soothing me with a little light and a little Dar Williams...

I can't see the rain, but I know it's raining. I hear it dancing quickly off the air-conditioner - an uneven and familiar pattern of drips and drops. I see it playfully swatting at the trees outside, leaves moving like a player piano. And with a small crack in the window, I can smell it - that wonderful smell - wafting in on the slight breeze.

Sometimes I love the rain.

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