I love the rain. My knees don’t, but I do. There’s just something about it; the fresh smells, the sound of it plinking on the roof. Knowing that every drop, every little tink on the roof is a tiny little sip for a flower.
@katt
I love the rain. My knees don’t, but I do. There’s just something about it; the fresh smells, the sound of it plinking on the roof. Knowing that every drop, every little tink on the roof is a tiny little sip for a flower.
@katt
Katt