A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
In the heart of winter, we find warmth in the bonds we share and the memories we create.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.
In the cold, we find warmth in each other's company. Here's to the bonds that keep us cozy.
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
Snow days are the perfect excuse to snuggle up and enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.