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Rain.

The first rain after scorching Indian summer.
That heady wonderful smell - the first smell I fell in love with - of the first drops of rain on the baked brown earth.
Umbrellas and rain coats.
Racing up the stairs to get the almost-dry clothes off the wash line before they get drenched.
Wet shoes, wet socks, wet feet, wet everything.
The promise of monsoon and the welcoming joy and relief in everyone.
Dull and quiet afternoons.
Watching glittering drops of light by the light of a street lamp.
Puddles and potholes.
Green green plants and trees and grass.
The hypnotic drone of the wipers.
Steam rising from the asphalt after a thunderstorm in the South.
Hot tea and spicy snacks.
The cool evening after-breeze.

That said, I've been missing you Mr.Sun. Please pop in and cheer me up a bit.

Note: Just heard the perfect insult. "You are an idiot wrapped in a moron". Ray Romano is funny as all get out.

I'm in love. Again. This time it's the cast of the Big Bang Theory - and Sheldon in particular. How cool would it be to get up into the morning, walk into the living room and be part of their usual conversation? Hilarious, I tell you.

Should I work or go to bed?

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