I heard the rain before I saw the droplets on the deck. Bob Dylan’s Buckets of Rain played on my computer, the chorus accompanied by a million tiny water splats on the slate roof overhang. Somewhere in the front yard, the rooster crowed several…
I heard the rain before I saw the droplets on the deck. Bob Dylan’s Buckets of Rain played on my computer, the chorus accompanied by a million tiny water splats on the slate roof overhang. Somewhere in the front yard, the rooster crowed several…
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