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I absolutely love the sunny days of summer, but, after many bright days in row, I long for the clouds and the rain.
To me, gray skies are a soft, warm blanket.
It's raining today, and I am happy.
This is one of my favorite buildings in our town, and this little scene is my 'why I love the rain'. I've passed it hundreds of times, and only once have I ever seen it lit from within. It was all I could do to not bang on the door and beg to be allowed inside. I'm sure it would be warm, and smell like dirt and grease and oil, and there would be work tables and scads of tools with worn wooden handles, and shop stools scattered about. And snacks. :)
Let me in!
I absolutely love the sunny days of summer, but, after many bright days in row, I long for the clouds and the rain.
To me, gray skies are a soft, warm blanket.
It's raining today, and I am happy.
This is one of my favorite buildings in our town, and this little scene is my 'why I love the rain'. I've passed it hundreds of times, and only once have I ever seen it lit from within. It was all I could do to not bang on the door and beg to be allowed inside. I'm sure it would be warm, and smell like dirt and grease and oil, and there would be work tables and scads of tools with worn wooden handles, and shop stools scattered about. And snacks. :)
Let me in!
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