And then the sun was blot out, leaving a delightful grey upon us, and then like a tap-dancing routine that picks up as it progresses, tap tap tappity-tap, the rain finally came. Now the band, thunder, has started its routine.
I should really get back to work, but this rain is distracting. More later.
2 comments:
Sigh. If only...
A poet-sports writer? Who would have thought it possible? Lovely.
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