There is rain outside, and although I don’t see it, I know that it is there. I’m not outside but memory serves as a reminder of just how cold the wet wind is. I step outside briefly to make sure it hasn’t changed; it is important to me that these words ring true.
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As much as I hate to have to, I’m damn glad we got this guy. Might be heading down into the storm shelter before the end of the night. :/
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pretty rain.
the sound of the pouring down rain, the feel of this overcast day, the view of the trees in the backyard, the warmth that the puppy at my feet provides, the taste of my silk soy milk in my favorite mug, my fingers as they jump from key to key as i write to a dear friend, and the hum of calm music coming from the depths of my laptop speakers.
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