Rain, Girl, Umbrella, Weather, Wet, Fun

born on a gray
and rainy day
loved stormy weather
she adored thunder
the smell of wet grass
on dewy mornings
she walked barefoot
through puddles
and only used an
when she was forced
to stay dry
it’s not that she didn’t like
sunny moments
it’s just that
she knew
the magic
she needed
came from
the falling rain

Picture from: Pixabay

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4 Responses to Rain…

  1. I didn’t make muffins yet.. had too much going on but i will soon cause now they are on my mind…when i do i’ll send pictures!

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