rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Soft Rain

How quiet the spring rain can be. It can barely be heard above the gentle hum of the breeze in the pines. The clouds are thick enough to conceal the moon, but its light is strong enough to give the sky a grey glow. The air is fresh and only faintly scented with the smell of growing things. If it weren't quite so cold, I'd sit outside all night, just breathing.
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