The Puddles Are Talking


I was so struck by a phrase that the reynard casually dropped into conversation the other day-“if the puddles are talking….”  In Belgium, the rain is not sudden and forceful the way it is in the Deep South, and it can be hard to tell if it’s actually raining outside.  So you look out the window to see if you can find a puddle, and if it’s “talking” (you can see raindrops dancing across it) then it’s raining.  I fell in love with the casual poetry of it.

 

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Hufflepuff. INFJ. Highly Sensitive Person. Lover of literature and needle crafts.
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