Iris
This morning I walked in the rain. A gentle, sibilant, rain. I could here the raindrops colliding with the leaves on the trees. I could here the babbling and giggling of water sliding through streets as the laughing waters cascaded into the abyss of cisterns and systems hidden beneath the city. I watched the raindrops glistening like jewels on the petals of freshly quenched lillies, and begonias, and roses. What a beautiful and simple joy. A walk in the rain.
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