Listen, my love. Can you hear the wind? The gentle breeze blowing through the trees and the leaves. It’s just the beginning, I know.

Listen, my love. Can you hear the thunder? Low, rolling grumbles. Distant at first but slowing coming closer.

Listen, my love. Can you hear the rain…

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Pagett Dusic

Pagett Dusic

Creative writer, storyteller, editor, humorist & coffee lover. All opinions are my own (and I have quite a few).