I wonder if it’ll rain in the morning. I think I want it to rain. It’s not raining tonight. The sky, it’s the summer version of a snow sky, cloudy gray hiding the stars and the moon behind treetops. But my inner ear senses a hushed sound…soft and distant, almost-gushing…like raindrops. I believe in grace, […]
on a warm summer’s evening . . . 7
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