let it rain
and i'm reminded of when i, years ago, stood in the middle of the street feeling the rain come down...
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the rain comes when you never expect it. it was in the clouds all day long, but never came until now. the cars stopped, people on the street stopped, time stood still...and then the heavens broke lose.
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and then it's done. nothing but rivulets of water running down empty gutters back into our sky.
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the rain comes when you never expect it. it was in the clouds all day long, but never came until now. the cars stopped, people on the street stopped, time stood still...and then the heavens broke lose.
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and then it's done. nothing but rivulets of water running down empty gutters back into our sky.
posted by jersn at 3:35 AM
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I prefer the feel of the wind tearing across the fields from the west on the farm as a thunderstorm approached. Hot air mixed suddenly with the cold front's leading edge, and seeing the faint curtain of falling rain advancing across the space between the creek and the farmhouse. Waiting until you smell cold rain on the hot paint of the roof and walls and ducking inside to play with the old chalk bricks in the livingroom as the sonorous hum of the AC carries you through the rest of the afternoon . ..
thank you for that. i miss it, but i guess we all do.
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