Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Drizzle

Sometimes there is something soothing in the fall rain in the Pacific Northwest, the clouds clinging to the trees and hiding the distant horizon, the constant drizzle of the rain against the roof, the deck, the whole visible world around me, and the sound of people walking or car tires driving through the puddles.

Sometimes the drizzle gets tiring after days on end common some years, but sometimes it just feels good. The whole sense of it, the feel of it against all your senses, the sight of steady downpour of raindrops, the clouds which looked like they fell to earth, the sound of rain against everything, especially your body when you walk in it.

The drizzle hides everything while washing everything else away, and sometimes it just feels good.

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