A rainy night sparks my mind into one mood: contemplations over a jazz record. Jazz and rain go hand in hand like Tom and Jerry, like peanut butter and jelly, or like tomato soup and a grilled cheese. The inspiration is watered and here lies the new greenery.
After trudging around in a wet leather jacket and jeans after being caught in the rain I have returned to my abode. tucking myself into bed has never felt so good. makes u rlly appreciate the little things
