woke up to the sounds of drip-drip, pitty patter
soft sounds of the rain...
silently falling,
softly washing away the gloom and dust of yesterday
i could choose to grumble at the grey sky
or i could choose to think .... everything will be clean and new again
after the rain .... hmmmmmmm
imagine the possibilities and beauty of the 'brand new'
dewy soft .... sparkling clean .... the freshest of scent .... mmmm what beauty
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