

I am a sunny day frolicker. I love the scent of a warm breeze and sometimes the warmth of the sun on my skin gives me goosebumps because it feels so nice.
But sometimes nothing can touch a spectacular storm. I love the way rain sounds in the trees; and the way it intensifies the smell of the earth and plants and everything shimmers with the sheen of being alive, grabbing at wind.
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Rainy days somehow make me write prolifically.
Those windmills look like they're saying "Oh *^%$!" *hands in air*
*giggle*
I like storms because they wash the dust off the trees. The leaves look so much more brilliant and vivid after they've had a good bath.
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