Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Rain draped a veil between my windshield and the iridescent colors that rushed past my line of sight yesterday. Driving in rain is scary but I was glad to see it after such a long dry spell—it and the mountains east of Knoxville. I’ve come to visit a knitting/writing friend I’ve never met before. We have shared stories in our online writing group for half a decade. Today, we plan to visit her local yarn shop, share meals, and chat a lot.