The spirit of it leaves a fire on your skin
Longing for the rain to come
The days have a way of being so dry
Smelling the moist in the passing clouds
Longing for the rain to come
See the grey gloom gather in the east
Smelling the moist in the passing clouds
Inside it pours, outside, so arid dry
See the grey gloom gather in the east
Strip down naked raw
Smelling the moist in the passing clouds
Vulnerable, scared you do it anyway
Strip down naked raw
The days have a way of being so dry
Vulnerable, scared, you do it anyway
The spirit of it leaves a fire on your skin
Aunt Jeannie, how can you post a blog on 10/1/2014 when it’s 1/10/2014? Either you are confused or British!!!! Have a fun “girls'” weekend on Dease Lake!!!!
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Hi. Haha. Yes you’re right, it’s a British thing. 5 years in London created a few extra quirks in me. Miss you !!!
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