tap. tap. tap.

tap. tap. tap.

the sweet rap of raindrops scampering across our roof come three o’clock this morning.

my two crusty beasts and their surlier human all barked disgruntled disfavor to the interrupted slumber.

as hostess of the household it was my duty to welcome and usher in our new seasons’ alms.

i robed up and received the first hints of fall:

big, giant gumdrops of rain, a charcoal sky, and 60’F (tee hee).

so maybe i’m not wearing a parka, but at least the flip flops are put away {for a day}.

happy puddle splashing.

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