perfect raining morning - the breeze-in smell of wet tree barks, sound of rain drops drips, hitting the ground, puddles, rooftops and tree-full of leaves together combined creating a level sound of waves more familiar to my senses than my self. out the window there exists a scenery that cannot be described with any color but feelings of nature and simplicity of life. soaked ground full of soiled grass tempting my youth to take over my imagination of external reality.
as I am writing this on my piece of crap computer, I am turned away from the window staring at my glowing screen, trying to squeeze the juice out of my brain so I can come up with something to post on facebook. Job well done. Billy I reward you with a scoop (75mL) of Ben & Jerry's vanilla ice cream. Suck it sweet.
thanks dad, you're the best!
