I hear the rain pattering... playing the leaves like a percussion piano...each leaf...roof...window is a new key in the beautiful melody of fall.
The scents boil up and burst. Fresh damp earth and the musk of dust dying under each new drop.
The world covered over by a blanket of glass that shines a thousand ripples of light from under lamp post and passing cars.
All nature breaths in the air of new awakenings, like it has been given new life...in the gentle caress of rain...
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