It was an exhilarating downpour. I was outside under a big fir tree. I heard the rain start, but it was subtle and moments before completely dry, so I thought the noise was the wind kicking up. I looked up, and this beautiful, not-too-hard, not-too-dense rain was all encompassing. I stepped out into it taken aback. It stopped shortly thereafter. Everything was gorgeous and bright. Glistening. Stunning. There I was in the midst of one of God's everyday miracles.
6 comments:
Ohhhh. I wish I was you. I just wanna lay in that puddle. Lovely, my friend.
"antalne"
ohhh when have you ever layed in a puddle dear. rain is soytinwe on of my favorite people. let me tell you. always up for falling asleep in a rain storm.
letenli
la la la la la
Perfect. Thanks, Edie.
Jane
that is a gorgeous photo!!
Your comment today cracked me UP. I needed that first thing today...
Jane dahling, speaking of perfect. And you are, of course, "practically perfect in every way."
You know how important titles are to me when you are concerned. It has to be, well, perfect, or I am unsettled. Now, I know "the perfect storm" is not what the outside world would call my little cloudburst. Yet, I knew you would understand and could even appreciate "my perfect storm."
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