rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2002-10-03 07:49 pm
A Drip. A Palpable Drip.
All afternoon the clouds gathered until, after a rose-colored sunset along the edge of a grey sky, I stood in the yard and felt tiny raindrops falling. So far, it is only this fine mist, but tonight there may be actual rain. Oh, I want to hear it dripping from the trees. Real rain, real rain, real rain!