The cold, bitter wind shakes rain from the trees, tossing drops like wet diamonds, but the rain is relentless, filling the trees once more. Spring - grounded by winter storms, must wait. Great weather to write a poem or a story next to a fire. Perfect weather to travel the hills and valleys of one you love on a Sunday afternoon.
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