The clouds they are coming, all dampish and gray.
It's rumored that they will send rain down today.

Oops. Thought I had a few more rounds of rhyming but it seems that was it. Just as well probably.

This morning it was sunny, and I took a bottle of bubble stuff and blew some soap bubbles from the spiral stairs outside for a little while. I hope you have noticed how beautiful and sparkly soap bubbles can be with the sun behind you, pink and green and blue and gold glinting and rimming them as they float around and down, or up and over the neighbors' fence if the wind is right, or back in your face if the wind changes suddenly, giving you a faceful of airy soap-kisses as they pop.

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