It rained again today. The sun snuggled in bed under the blanket of clouds.
The water was icy, the wind cold and damp.
My friend said "What a gloomy thursday morning".
It rained again today. Tiny grains of raindrops kissed the ground, and splashed in a gentle rhythmic hum. Murky waters huddled in puddles.
Umbrellas of all colors and sizes danced above the crowd.
It rained again today. I hugged myself while my professor's eyes sparkled as he repeated Justice Cardozo's "Discretion... is canalized within banks that keep it from overflowing."
Outside, street gutters overflowed.
It rained again today. Water sprayed as carwheels turned, and drivers scratched their heads when the traffic was slow.
It rained again today, the electric fan rested from its whirring, and my bed and pillows look cozy and inviting.
It rained again today, and the grass looked greener.
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parang from Ally McBeal. galing!
A rather melancholic and peaceful yet extraordinarily intricate expression of a somewhat ordinary day. Excellent work!
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