THE SOUNDS OF RAIN caressing my ears are quickly acknowledged, welcomed, and processed by my brain. I walk along the path of the woods, and without focusing on any one thing, peripherally, I see the raindrops randomly striking the leaves and making them twitch and bow, seemingly so thankful, the leaves as if they are dancing … Me? … There I am, just breathing it all in, for processing later.
SOUNDS OF RAIN
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