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I feel the chill of the air as it sweeps by my face.
The sun is slipping behind the clouds as they start to gather in the sky.
I walk on the rocky path where leaves from trees have fallen.
The plants wait in anticipation for their first drops of rain.
A squirrel raced past me up the tree. Where will you take cover when the rain arrives.
Ducks glide on the pond, ignorant of the impending rain.
I hear thunder in the distance. There's no hint of blue in the sky.
I feel drops of moisture hit my face.
The rain has started.
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Mad For Fabric
Sewist and fabric obsessed. Sharing my creative journey one story at a time. Blogging about my creations at www.madforfabric.com
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