Posted by Iris On 3:19 PM

She sat on the lounge chair, her breaths deep and careful.
She blinked her eyes once and twice,
and smelled the aroma of anticipated rain hanging heavily in the air.
She wished it would pour: light, gentle - the kind that touches the cement
and creates a misty atmosphere.


Wonderful rain, magical rain oh how you heal my soul.

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