Thursday, March 25, 2010
Breaking Clouds
We're not out of the woods yet but the trees, terra firma,us homosapiens (at least on my tiny beautiful isle of St. Lucia), even the cars which have been dirty for weeks on end are breathing a sigh of relief. We look to the heavens with joy at the decending rains - yes, you never miss the rain until the clouds run dry.
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