Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. More like come again when I am back in the States! It has been raining and cold basically the whole time I have been here, and I don't think it will ever clear up!
The rain on the windshield blurs my vision and distorts my thoughts. The burnt orange leaves hang on to the tired old branches. They yearn for the sun, for life, and for strength. Soon they will fall and give themselves to the soil. My mind bounces around like the droplets hitting the glass. The scene in front of me becomes a picture We are the water that nourishes the land. We are the land that gives shelter and
Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. More like come again when I am back in the States! It has been raining and cold basically the whole time I have been here, and I don't think it will ever clear up!
Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. More like come again when I am back in the States! It has been raining and cold basically the whole time I have been here, and I don't think it will ever clear up!
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