a regular visitor in these high desert regions, so when it falls, I
relish it. The sweet, pungent smell, soft dancing melodies, the way
everything appears to be yawning it in. It feels like grace does to
ones soul...a fresh forgetting.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Let it rain...
a regular visitor in these high desert regions, so when it falls, I
relish it. The sweet, pungent smell, soft dancing melodies, the way
everything appears to be yawning it in. It feels like grace does to
ones soul...a fresh forgetting.
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People always talked about how much they loved that "after the rain smell". Well, I never knew what that was until I moved out of Portland and into this area.
Ya know what? I love that after the rain smell.
...unless the neighbor has left his dog outside. Then it kinda kills the mood.
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