Not the pretty kind.
Not the kind that forms rainbows after.
Not the kind that gives the nice smell of rain after.
The kind that leads to thunder, the kind that leads to a storm.
The kind that destroys buildings, kills people, breaks apart homes.
Dark clouds forming.
Walk in the rain, jump in the puddles.
Splish, splash, splish, splosh...
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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