What a day.
What a rainy day.
When in the Deep South you get a
soggy, wet, humid day.
Whatever happened to the days of playing in puddles;
splashing and kicking the water all over.
Now-a-days with weather like this all you get is
MUD and more MUD.
In my younger days this would have been fun-
slipping and sliding all around.
Now I don't know.
Rainy days where ever I happen to be just
brings memory upon memory--
good and bad.
Rainy days are good, but one must listen to one's
own heart on what to remember about such
days.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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