forest fires nearby
smoke and ash everywhere
silence in the gray sky
The rain comes again as if we were a secret, you and I.
Snuggle down with me, my dear, on the beaten old sofa,
And we will sip tea and listen to the rain fall on the roof.
The tail end of the afternoon, resting in the shade. The cicadas boldly announce that evening is on the way. Preach, my little friends.
Deep in his soul, like rain upon a soil
Worn by the solstice fierce, and made it pure."
-William Butler Yeats
"We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell."
"I don't get no respect. I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet."
"May your day contain kindness, love, and peace. May you be safe."
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