Woman Strangled Movies

As I write

raining. I like the feeling that the sound of drops hitting transmitted while in the crystals. The smell of damp earth of the garden comes into my room, and transports me to woodlands, wet and green. I like the rain in the afternoon, when it is dark and there is only a dim light. I like to lie down in my room, wrapped in a warm blanket, partially open the window panes, and hear the water flowing. I like to fly in my mind to the rhythm of the tapping of the drops. Transports me and relaxes me, fills me and moved me. I like the rain in the cold spring afternoon.