Friday, March 16, 2012
Its raining. Yes it is true. There is nothing like the soft patter of drops on the roof. I can hear the Hallelujah chorus the leaves are bellowing out; bending and bouncing to the rhythm drinking in gulps the miracle nectar from the rainmaker. This one is a soaker; indeed. Reading a book is in harmony with the rain. Can you think of anything else that is in harmony with the rain. It's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring. He bumped his head on his wooden bed and he couldn't get up in the morning.