Downpour
I love rain.
Mostly I'm thinking of woods and camping, and summer camp... Isn't that when downpours always happen?
Poking a tarp from underneath with a stick, to release all the accumulating water.... plastic ponchos... gray... puddles... leaves... woods... gravel...
The sound of rain...
And birds... always the sound of birds afterwards. Excited, shaking water off their heads, hopping from tree to tree.
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