wind in the poplars hisses sea-whispers and booms over the hills with the bellowing notes of the organ of the deeps rain on the meadow falls a flurry of steely grey tossed by the wind moving on leaves crystal drops on window panes moon tossed from cloud to herringbone cloud the ocean sky […]
via Gogyohka for light rain — Jane Dougherty Writes
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