rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

A Drip. A Palpable Drip.

All afternoon the clouds gathered until, after a rose-colored sunset along the edge of a grey sky, I stood in the yard and felt tiny raindrops falling. So far, it is only this fine mist, but tonight there may be actual rain. Oh, I want to hear it dripping from the trees. Real rain, real rain, real rain!
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