Yes, I really love them...
Drops & drops, everywhere...
The silence of the city, just the incessant roar of the rain.
The silence of the city, just the incessant roar of the rain.
The number of things that you can see in a puddle is infinite.
And often they are all wonderful.
Then, the best thing is to jump in it with feet together!
And often they are all wonderful.
Then, the best thing is to jump in it with feet together!
I love the moments of melancholy that brings the rain, staring down at the window.
Reading a book, sipping a cup of hot tea, the rain becomes a sweet and sad background that keeps you company.
Perhaps, in keeping from home: leggings, a chignon, a wool blanket.
Reading a book, sipping a cup of hot tea, the rain becomes a sweet and sad background that keeps you company.
Perhaps, in keeping from home: leggings, a chignon, a wool blanket.
But beyond that, I love tremendously leave the house without an umbrella, and start walking, running, dancing, playing in the rain.
Singing, with drops that will caress your face.
Crying and laughing to tears, well hidden from the drops of rain.
Singing, with drops that will caress your face.
Crying and laughing to tears, well hidden from the drops of rain.
Its scent.
The rain water is life.
JS_*
The rain water is life.
JS_*
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