I like rain. It possess a sensual melancholy ( to quote a certain Fem Dom in a certain book.)
and it puts me in an introspective, yet philosophical mood. Mayhap, even poetic..
Rain . . . rain . . .don't go away . . . come back . . .
Tomorrow . . .
Ok, I admit, not one of my better efforts, however, the simplicity of that old child rhyme strikes a deep chord within.
If it were sunny every day, life would be boring...
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amidst the drumming of the rain comes the sound of new life
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