Monday, October 15, 2007
rhapsody
The much-anticipated rain is here, and though I wish it were stronger and I wish I could hear thunder, I’ll take it.
The clouds ripple in an indecisive grey, but the treebark blackens with moisture, and everything glows with a rainy sheen.
And I would write more, but I have hot apple cider and a murder mystery, and I’d be a fool to waste them while the weather is so obliging… --jl
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