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It's raining today. It rained last night. I fell asleep to the sweet, charming sound of rain on the window and the roof. Very soothing. I woke in the morning to the same sound. (Think I can blame taking almost an hour to actually get out of bed on it? No, I didn't think so either.)
When I walked out to the car to come to work, it was not raining. It rained a bit (for 2-3 minutes) as I was driving in, but again, when I walked into work, it was not raining.
It's absolutely pouring out there, rain heavy enough it hazes the trees in the distance a little (but not so heavy as to have an effect on anything nearby - which is sort of good, but it would be cool if it were that heavy). It's very pretty.
Have I mentioned that I love Oregon? It's raining. It's cool and green and wet and the street is shining and it's pretty.
When I walked out to the car to come to work, it was not raining. It rained a bit (for 2-3 minutes) as I was driving in, but again, when I walked into work, it was not raining.
It's absolutely pouring out there, rain heavy enough it hazes the trees in the distance a little (but not so heavy as to have an effect on anything nearby - which is sort of good, but it would be cool if it were that heavy). It's very pretty.
Have I mentioned that I love Oregon? It's raining. It's cool and green and wet and the street is shining and it's pretty.
