it is so hard for me to remember the sounds of a beating rain... it's been so long... and there is that part of me that longs so much to hear it... and yet, to know that living in your part of the country also means it is a sign of more to come, of the long cold winter ahead, and feeling like you were just coming out of the cold, only to be reminded of the return yet again... those warm moments of sunshine seemed fleeting... too short... and somehow with aging the days seem to whirl by so incredibly fast... as if the winter days grow longer and the summer days grow shorter... odd how that seems...
now i'm blabbering on... but i do wish for a cup of cocoa or tea on your porch, wrapped up in something warm, listening to the rain, and watching you take pictures :)
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it is so hard for me to remember the sounds of a beating rain... it's been so long... and there is that part of me that longs so much to hear it... and yet, to know that living in your part of the country also means it is a sign of more to come, of the long cold winter ahead, and feeling like you were just coming out of the cold, only to be reminded of the return yet again... those warm moments of sunshine seemed fleeting... too short... and somehow with aging the days seem to whirl by so incredibly fast... as if the winter days grow longer and the summer days grow shorter... odd how that seems...
now i'm blabbering on... but i do wish for a cup of cocoa or tea on your porch, wrapped up in something warm, listening to the rain, and watching you take pictures :)
xo
Robin, you truly know how to make rain look so very sexy!
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