Blog #61

I used to, along with my ma or another, sit on our old worn porch and watch the rain fall. It was refreshing and relaxing; sometimes we just sit in silence and watch, at other times we'd reminence. I rememer how the dew dropped onto the leaveless tree that sat in the front yard. It looked as though diamonds had hitched onto the branches. They sparkled luminously.........that's what rain reminds me of.