Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Rainy Day Prose



Under the rainy sky, the rest of the world slowly turns emerald green. The brown robin with his red breast looks cheery for once as he busily prepares his nest in the tree. The smell of dirt permeates the humid air. The rhubarb grows in epic proportions, unfurling its twisted leaves. The warm glow of a lamp makes the house cozy and bright. In such circumstances the creative mind delights. 






















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