Today it rained; I thought it was beautiful.
Grey and green meshed together on the tree tops
and the earth gladly embraced water
in a complex, but elegant, pattern of ripples and splashes.
Before I could stop myself I was out of bed
heading downstairs, towards the back door.
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
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