Dunder-bluner-thunder all night.
The smells of crisp clean air that's all around this morning.
Everything bathed and washed by Mother Nature ... no troubles in my garden.
Ladys smile at me.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter all night long.
Rain drops dripping down.
Nature's artwork.
Morning Rose
Wash away my yesterdays.
HEY THAT TREX DINOSAUR BETTER NOT BE OUTSIDE DURING THUNDERSTORMS. HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO CLAP HIS HANDS BUT HE IS STILL THE COOLEST!
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