it's raining outside.
it was a downpour - now it's just a drizzle.
and it doesn't smell like pretty rain - it smells like worms.
and the sky is gray.
this is not the good kind.
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it matches my mood.
i woke up in one.
and since it's raining - i can't escape the laundry pile.
not helping.
the only cure for this - is adventure.
and finding a good song to match.
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it's gonna be iron + wine. from around the well. i'm pretty sure.
and it's a good thing i've got the cutest plaid umbrella,
this side of the blue bridge.
this side of the blue bridge.
'cause me and those gavi feets - we're going out.
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cath, get those rain boots on the big brown truck and headed this way. stat!
2 comments:
We had rain over here too...our house sits on the edge of town toward the Blue Mountains...I watched as the rain rolled into the valley. I left the door open just enough to let the outside blow in a little, wrapped my fingers around a hot mug...it was perfect. I grew up in southeast Alaska where it rains more than it shines. It makes something in my soul feel right about rain.
p.s. what is a pumpkin steamer...sounds just right, right about now.
OH MY GOSH! I have some many "rainy day wormy smell" memories of kennewick.... :/ feeling for ya sister!
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