Rain

Rain means the smell of my wet labrador as he shakes droplets of water over me and others. It means the smiles of friendly commuters who smile at the antics of a very wet dog!
Rain means the sound of water dripping from the trees and the scents of nature invigorated by the downpour.
Rain has it’s music, it is the mingling of birdsong and falling water in my garden, it is the smell of drenched flowers which asails my nostrils.
Rain is a hypnotic sound which sends me into a trance, pitter patter, pitter patter.
Rain is Edward Thomas lying in his hut alone thinking of death and solitude.
Rain is life the water without which the world will die.

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About kevinmorris101

I live and work in London and blog as a hobby. If you would like to contact me please send an email to animalia at shiftmail.com (the address is rendered in this manner in order to try and defeat spammers)!
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