Plip, plop, plip, plop. The rain comes crashing down to the Earth, soaking everything and creating a puddle at every turn. The continuous roar of thunder pounds through the night sky. It’s depressing like a sad movie and darkness floods through the air. Nothing to see. Nothing to note. Nothing to do. Plip, plop, plip,Continue reading “Plip Plop Goes the Rain”
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