I woke to an unfamiliar sound today: that of raindrops at the windowsill. Not a lashing and barely even really a storm, just a gentle autumn rain softly coming down.
Hitting the snooze button, I rolled over and smiled my way into another 10 minutes of slumber.
Because such a sound only invites more dreaming, don’t you think?
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” – Langston Hughes
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How about you? Is it raining in your neck-of-the woods?