The Gods spring-cleaned today. Moist spirits were brought to the town to renew our dry hearts. Water droplets scattered across my freckled face and drenched my hair. The ocean roared at the barren beach. A stray purple flower laid wearily on the gravel, covered in a perfect spherical crown of rain. Dark shadows of tree limbs contrasted the dismal sky as a lone blackbird quietly waited for the dead of night.
Rainy days rejuvenate my soul.
1 comment:
Love the bird-y.
Love the rain.
Rain.
Very puuuurty.
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