The rain sounds so good right now. The rain and the little frogs.
It’s almost 11pm. The country is not nearly-united in watching a single tonight show host the way it was when I was a kid. So it’s better to just stand outside in the dark and listen to the rain.
Soft. Whisper-drops of sprinkled wetness. Hoping for another grey day tomorrow where I lose track of time because the light stays on and the same from breakfast through lunch and so on. For so many afternoon and early-evening hours: the same even, soft, grey light. Clouded green with thickening juicy green on every kind of bush and tree.
I want it to rain softly like this without stopping until the next new moon a month from now.
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