Thursday, July 2, 2009

A few fat drops drop to warn me.



The rest circle above me. Then they all fall down. If you want to catch the most raindrops: run. That's what Dad used to say anyway. So I'm wearing my blue galoshes and splashing through puddles like a baby in a bathtub. It's been raining for weeks.


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