dear summer rain,

how i love waking up all cozy next to him to the sound of you…

there’s nothing quite like you, really.

except…

maybe

an autumn rain…a potato soup and buttered bread rain…

or a winter rain…a snuggled right up close to the crackling fire rain…

or a spring rain…a stormy…sun peaking through…rainbow rain!

~ happy sigh ~

i’m so glad you passed by today, rain.

very sincerely,
me

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