rain.
""let 'er rain," I wheezed. "let 'er rain."
raindrops were dancing like silver beads on the smooth brown waters of our pond. I smiled when I thought of it. They were dimpling the pond water, making it less smooth. I smiled again. Raindrops were falling everywhere in our valley, on the hillsides leading down to it, on the long-dead stalks of last year's goldenrods that still crowded on the creek banks. They were wetting everything and everybody, soaking everything and everybody, everybody except me."
i'm reading a book written by a farmer and he goes through the months of the year.
there's not alot that happens on farms...
that paragraph stood out. i was sitting on my room listening to the rain pound on my roof.
raindrops were dancing like silver beads on the smooth brown waters of our pond. I smiled when I thought of it. They were dimpling the pond water, making it less smooth. I smiled again. Raindrops were falling everywhere in our valley, on the hillsides leading down to it, on the long-dead stalks of last year's goldenrods that still crowded on the creek banks. They were wetting everything and everybody, soaking everything and everybody, everybody except me."
i'm reading a book written by a farmer and he goes through the months of the year.
there's not alot that happens on farms...
that paragraph stood out. i was sitting on my room listening to the rain pound on my roof.