Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as … Continue reading The rain in the midlands
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Stjarna Trek
The rain was coming down in heavy, icy sheets by the time they found the cabin. It might have been a blessing that the four were already chilled to the bone, as the downpour didn't feel quite so cutting - though their pride prevented anyone from overtly complaining about the total uselessness of the layers … Continue reading Stjarna Trek
Discarded Recollections 