As I listen to the rain falling outside my front door, I realize that its been more than a month since I heard rain. The wind banging the chimes hanging from the front porch roof has been going on, but not the distant thunder and the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, then the ground. My yard is covered with dead leaves. Not the pretty kind you get in the fall when the light changes intensity and day length dwindles. But the dead brown crusty kind that tell you the trees are not getting enough moisture to keep them alive. I look at the weathermap and see that weve still got some more coming. I for one am grateful. Grateful for the sound of the rain, the cool air coming through the door, and the distant sound of thunder rumbling. Today will exist simply to enjoy the sensual pleasures of the rain... https://youtube/watch?v=dP-yuFpdVsc
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 14:28:56 +0000
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