Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kate Chopin, Uncategorized, William Faulkner

August 18

The delicious breath of rain was in the air. — Kate Chopin

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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  1. Slow Panic says:

    They are all lovely. And now I wish it were raining.

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