Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Shel Silverstein
It is very grey today. It is normal west coast weather. Despite knowing that it is what happens every autumn it is slightly depressing. It is dark. We are lighting candles in the evening. Candlelight is good.
We are making plans for the weekend. It is Mr. W's birthday - it is Thanksgiving and we are having friends for dinner on Sunday. Monday is a day to relax. So, much to anticpate.
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I was just commenting that the rain has become "Fall rain" and not "Summer rain".
Candles sound like a good plan. I've been sitting in front of the gas log fireplace.
I love candles!
and rain.
and shel silverstein.
but I only love rain because I can escape it.
I suppose my view would be considerably less rosy if I had to sleep in it. :P
I can't wait for this weekend!
sunday is going to be awesome.
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