What is it about a rainy day in autumn that resurrects sad memories in a pretty way?
Is it the dull, brooding mirror of the pavement?
Or the resolute fall flowers on the curb, standing up to the wind and chill?
Or maybe it’s Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith on the radio,
alive as ever,
Notes and words broken in pain but promising to be here
longer than any of us.
MaryRowen.com 
Lovely post Mary! We might get rain this weekend and I’m super psyched. Today however it a hot and dead day here.
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Thanks, Jan! I hope you get rain this weekend! My husband’s in Vegas now and they got a lot of rain last week. Very strange.
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Hi Mary. I thought rain was an illusion after months of dry, hot weather here in southern Spain. Then on Saturday it came down. Yay ! 😀 ❤
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Yay!! That’s so great, Ralph. And BTW, I’d love to visit southern Spain some day. Spain is one country in Europe I’ve never been to but am hoping to see sometime soon. Here’s hoping for more rain!
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I am sure you would love Spain Mary. There’s so much to see and do. The popular tourist spots are usually jammed packed though.
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Yes, I like to stay away from tourist spots as much as possible when traveling. If I ever go there, Ralph, I’ll have to consult with you about the good places to see.
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Sigh so good…what is it about the rain? Lovely, Mary.
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Thank you, Jackie. I don’t know but I love rain more and more as I get older. The sun’s all well and good, but those rainy days…definitely the best ones for writing.
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