Drip Drop Saturday

It began as an ordinary day.

A drip drop, listen to the rain, smell the new grass kind of day. But in my nappy-day-dream state of mind I discovered that the rain drops are quite intelligent.

I'll admit, I was bored and still half asleep, but I kid you not, the rain drop I was chasing down the glass front door...

it would zig and zag and travel up and down, around, over and under, and all I could do was watch in a most hypnotic trance.

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