As I set here at the desk, i can see the rain drops falling on my window pane. Listening to the storm as it comes down on the roof is somewhat welcoming to hear to the ears and heart. I love it when it rains; the rain can wash away all the pains of the last sunny day; leaving only time to reflect and of course making love.

 But enough of the poet in me. My sister has gone to the salon for a few hours, while I have the run of the house to myself, so I decided to catch up on some blogging; after which I have a workbook that needs finishing up.
 And laundry is in the wash, for later drying and folding awww what fun.Disappointed smile

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