Rain, rain...
It is raining. I love the rain. It makes me want to curl up in a ball in my big bed and lie there listening to it under the warm sheets. But then reality strikes and I have to get up and go to work, which consists of a lot of driving. I used to like driving. I don't like the traffic. It makes me mad. But I love the rain....for a short time.
posted by SingingCowgirl at
8:10 AM
2 Comments:
hemingway would be proud.
By
grackyfrogg, at 10:27 AM
although i have to say, the second sentence sounds like the rain would be falling under the warm sheets. ha! grammar is funny.
By
grackyfrogg, at 5:17 PM
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