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What's on my mind.... |
| It's late, and it's raining. That's a good thing here in Georgia where we haven't had enough of it in such a long while that the lack is becoming a major concern. In the spring, when the windows are open, the smell is refreshing. The air becomes clean and cool. Afterward, the grass is so much greener, the flora stands to grateful attention, stems and branches fortified. I especially love when it rains at night.Unaccompanied by thunder and lightning, the soft rhythmic pelting on the roof and against the windows is soothing and strangely insulating. I'm happy to be inside tonight, snug and warm and dry, writing or reading. The sound of the rain is lulling me to sleep. |