As the morning progressed, the rain did come. Slow, steady. Making puddles and drips.
A much needed drink for the tinder dryness that is everywhere. The blooms and buds glisten with jewels of wet.
Nature is smiling and so am I.
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Books by Ann Edall-RobsonChildren's Stories
Barn Cat Buttons Series
Numbers With Norman - Available Soon
Brandi Westeron Mysteries
Poetry & Prose
From Our Home To Yours Series
Non-Fiction
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Keeper Of The Words
Anthologies
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