Long days of heavy rains. Last night at 10 p.m., after listening to hours of the waters beating on my skylights, I put on my coat and took the dog out for his night walk. Every leaf on every tree in the woodland was wet and sharply outlined, gleaming from a high bright moon in a suddenly clear sky.
Sometimes you have to snatch those moments; by morning the rains were back.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) urges you to catch those moments when you can.
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