Ooh! it's been raining, big bands that roll in and rumble and drop hours of drenching downpour; not always convenient, like when I was trying to paint my porch Sunday; but sometimes just right: giggly dashes to and from cars; being driven indoors to watch the sky's shifting moods; night, when the world is washed away to black, leaving only traffic lights and shimmering streets and gnarly silhouetted oaks; a sympathetic resonant joy for my plants as they delight in the sub-tropical soaking. Ooh! it's been raining.
Slim, this is a poem!!!!
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