Last night I left my bedroom window open just a titch. This morning I woke up to the sound of sprinkles falling from the sky. (Raindrops that is!) I love the rain, but do you know what I love more than the rain, after the rain. I love the smell rain leaves behind, when the sun finally peaks around the big dark rainclouds, and floating stick boats down the gutter.
Yeah Rain is great. But is it odd that after the rain, when all the worms come out and skid across the sidewalk, I very carefully try not to step on them? If it is, then so be it. I am not a worm squisher.
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