Wakin up to the beat of the rain, listenin as it played its rhythm across the rooftops, melodic it was, as I pass the farms and field the dew became fog, hiding the tall grass and turning the trees of green a paler shade, the clouds hang low over the mountains as if reluctant ta rise high to be swept away by the cool breeze that keeps chill the air, damp n refreshin, to breath in that wet scented air is ta know this is Washington, my corner of this world
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 17:54:56 +0000
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