Rain

Summer rain pours down on thirsty flowers. I see it pelt against the second story window pane. And hear it on the old tin roof, as I sit, rock, watch, and listen. There’s nothing like the sound of rain on an old tin roof. I’m not sad on this rainy day, I’m thankful to have another day, to enjoy the Summer rain.

– Jamie Whorton

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