The mountains have pulled the covers over their heads, and the sky is gray.
We see this so little in our high-desert area that it's a cause for celebration, not dreariness.
I do too, Langston.
Growing up in Michigan, rainy days were the norm...it reminds me of there, too.
We have church and a graduation party to go to -- then a nice long nap, listening to the drops hit the windows, tinkling softly as they slide down. Aaahhhh...
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