outside sounds a steady drizzle drops pattering from leaf to leaf and from leaf to ground little winged creatures laid helter skelter in its wake the rustling of the leaves as the wind whispers thru them blending with the croaks and splashes of frogs woken from their reverie and me inside untouched by yet in touch with the rain
Reason for writing:
It was a long time ago - 1983 - something about impending
exams when outside the weather seemed so pleasant
Birth sign: Not entered
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