cold summer rain
echoing through the damp rooms
the click of my heels
thunderous rain
glimpsing the road
between wiper beats
Acorn
Presence
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
2 comments:
sunny morning -
yesterday's thunder showers
left in yesterday
much♡love
Thank you Gillena. We've had a lot of rain. A sunny morning would be a treat.
Adelaide
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