In rushing, rising riv'lets,
'Til the river crept out of it's bed
And crept right into Piglet's!
Poor Piglet, he was frightened,
With quite a rightful fright.
And so, in desperation
A message he did write.
He placed it in a bottle
And it floated out of sight.
It’s been raining non stop for days and I still kind of like it. It’s been nice staying inside, being together. Having everyone inside together feels very centering. It feels cleansing and renewing to have the rain falling. Waking up to the pitter patter is peaceful (as long as you don’t wake up wet!) I’m loving the rain.
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