What's in a little rain?
The smell of grass, a puddle you pass.
What's in a little rain?
A drizzle on my curly hair, a rainbow if you may.
What's in a little rain?
A shifting shadow, a passing time, now that you ask.
What's in a little rain?
Nothing less than a stroll that made my day.
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
2 years ago