Rain, rain, go away
Rain, rain, rain; is all that the Philadelphia area is seeing. The snow from the huge storm from weeks back is being washed away. Philly hates the rain, espically when the rain happens in winter months.
It can freeze up, or it can make things colder than what it was. Sadly the latter is what is happening. Looking out his window, he sighs so much rain.
Leaning agaisnt his cello, he sighs again, closing his eyes. He listens closely to the soft snoring of Pittsburgh sprawled out on his bed.
"Some company you are Czeslaw..."
Grumbling, he returns to his practice, feel free to bother him.
It can freeze up, or it can make things colder than what it was. Sadly the latter is what is happening. Looking out his window, he sighs so much rain.
Leaning agaisnt his cello, he sighs again, closing his eyes. He listens closely to the soft snoring of Pittsburgh sprawled out on his bed.
"Some company you are Czeslaw..."
Grumbling, he returns to his practice, feel free to bother him.