The rainfall on rising.

We wake up to the sound of raindrops on the roof. Feeling snug as bugs in our beds. Your nose feels cold air above the bed covers. Coming down from the top bunk in the van, to the small floor space where we dress quick .while doing so with a nip in the air, we become like little dragons with our breath. Steaming mint tea outside while I have a plod around. Taking in nature and judging what kind of day it will become.

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