Umbrellas
I love rain. It's my favorite weather.
Rain is the sky descending to earth.
It makes me think of grace.
Someone's smile.
A presence beside me as very light rain, almost mist-like, falls quite lowly and gently.
And it all comes back again.
A voice meeting mine.
Someone who makes a tiny world with just him and me, his whisper and my trust.
A couple holding hands.
Walking under an umbrella in the rain.
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