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verbminxWhen I was a little girl, around three years old, and it would rain hard on our street, I would look out the window and see the little splashes as they hit the street, hundreds at a time.
My mother told me then that the little splashes were fairies, dancing. The rain seemed delightful to me, because even if I couldn't go outside, I could look out the window and watch a marvelous show.
I forgot that for a long time, but remembered it a little while ago, and now, when it rains, I smile,
and settle in with a cup of cocoa, and think of other worlds.
My mother told me then that the little splashes were fairies, dancing. The rain seemed delightful to me, because even if I couldn't go outside, I could look out the window and watch a marvelous show.
I forgot that for a long time, but remembered it a little while ago, and now, when it rains, I smile,
and settle in with a cup of cocoa, and think of other worlds.
