So, I heard thunder earlier, and rejoiced in the possibilities.
The clouds which formed scudded past like daydreams.
I believed the thunder to be a lie.
Oh, how mistaken I was! The thunder rolled, not to lie, but like an amazing and teasing lover, prolonging the anticipation, drawing out every erg of yearning until ... pitter, patter, sweet release of rain, freckling yards and streets and sidewalks ...
I danced in this rain, these drops.
♥
Sweet coffee calls me
Lazily from my pillows.
I must go hiking!
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