What The Rain Brings

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” - Pablo Neruda- November was a rainy month where I was born. And I had never thought to tell this but I miss the rainy days. This is for nostalgic people like me. Enjoy it! Photo by ZoneDancer Photo by pfly Photo by accent on eclectic Photo by Noël Zia Lee Photo by John-Morgan Photo by James Jordan Photo by gregor_y Photo by Lori Greig Photo by Frapestaartje Photo by paalia Photo by lepiaf.geo Photo by ex_magician -Emma Alvarez- © 2008 by Emma Alvarez. Link to this post without copying the text. Some Related Posts: If you liked this post, subscribe to Emma Alvarez Site or give yourself a gift Stumble it! Add me to your del.icio.us network