It is no secret that my moods, thoughts and reflections are moved by nature, perhaps the very reason that a weblog suits me for my writing.
A quick flash thunderstorm blew through late this afternoon, followed by the sun to dry up chairs and table fast enough to eat our meal outside. The sun is shining bright, and raindrops spatter everywhere and me as well. I tuck the book I read behind me in the shelter of the open doorway but that is all. The rain, hand in hand with sunshine is somehow acceptable for getting wet. I remember long ago in such a rain, a steady gentle rain that hit the asphalt and came up again as steam. I changed into a bikini, brought a bucket, sponge and soap and washed my car.
Sometimes, it’s the timing of the rain that makes the difference.
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