He said he likes listening to the rain. I've liked watching the pitter patter of drops so eagerly meeting earth, never discriminating hard nor soft surfaces, slippery nor coarse, living and dead; but dismissed the sound as simply white noise. He said so as he cleared the table for our art project--we splattered paint on shirts, the rain behind him like a waterfall curtain.
A headache today. So I was pulling over myself a blanket when the first drops of the lingering gray sky began to chime. The memory of his uttered words ran through my mind, like lighted wordings of an electronic banner.
A headache today. So I was pulling over myself a blanket when the first drops of the lingering gray sky began to chime. The memory of his uttered words ran through my mind, like lighted wordings of an electronic banner.
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