Rain… Rain…

The rhyme goes rain, rain go away…

I don’t want the rain to go away, there’s something about the rain, its sound its feel. I like being in it. 

Don’t get me wrong, I like the Sun! 

But there’s nothing like a bit of rain. So don’t go away just yet!

Simon ๐Ÿ˜Š

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25 thoughts on “Rain… Rain…”

      1. One my most vivid childhood memories is of a summer sky turning purple. We had been to my grandparents, and I went swimming as it had been a sweltering day. We returned home moments before the rain poured down. I was about five years old. My mom let me stand outside until the lightning cast ribbon overhead. It was glorious.

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      1. My darling girl know me all to well, I’ll only try and climb a ladder to hack away at tree branch, which itself would be only an excuse to get wind and rain in my face.๐Ÿ™ƒ
        It’s benevolently protective custody ๐Ÿ˜‰

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