A tribute to my girls. Talk to me about the rain


Talk to me about the rain.
Knocking drops on the windowsill, tears on the windshield, tired fallen leaves in autumn puddles. Preparing for the winter. Almost naked trees are ready to stand still, stop movement inside strong trunks, stand up straight and meet the piercing wind, snow and frost. And only soft fluffy snow will wrap and protect the roots, keeping warm, helping to wait, to live until spring.
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