May 8th, 2011



Night brings another rain, soft and spring-scented, cleaning the air, washing yellow streaks of pine pollen from the pavement. Afternoon's clouds were enormous white pillows against which sunset soon rested. Night lost its few stars, and the rain came. The air vibrates. The frogs are singing again. It's nice of April to finally show up, even though it's the second week of May.

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