The incessant heat was momentarily broken by delicious, fat drops of rain falling hotly on the tin roof of The House in the Middle of the Street as I woke, turning my tired sigh of an impending Monday morning into a pleasure-filled one. It rained, heavy and strong, for a short while, interspersing rain clouds with golden sunshine and rainbows to make leprechauns leap.
You could almost hear the plants yelling out in delight and the soil slurping greedily. Almost.
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3 comments:
the red dust needs to be settled here...but not wishing for it yet...not yet.
Even from 10 000 miles away (is it that much? I think yes) I can hear the plants yelling and slurping!
Robyn - may it come, when it's the perfect time and not a moment before or after x
Geli - such fun!
xx
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