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martes, julio 05, 2011

A Sweet Rain


Chaucer had the right adjective when he wrote about shoures soote, sweet showers. That’s what we have today in Bahia Soliman, the gentlest, coolest drizzle. It’s as if the world were wrapped in damp tranquility. And stillness. There is no breeze. The birds are singing. You can hear the raindrops on the trees. And then there is the earthy smell of rain. A beautiful, peaceful day.

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Anonymous Sam Pratt said...

Let's not also forget the smale fowles, who maken melodye, and sleepen al the night with open yë (so priketh hem Nature in hir corages)...

2:01 p. m.  

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