I don’t mind rainy days. I find them relaxing and let’s face it, if I have to be stuck in my office (which has no windows) grading end of the semester essays, I’d rather it be gloomy outdoors.
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Those Who Love
Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere,
Deidre, Iseult, Heloise,
In fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
Sara Teasdale
Brianna Pike 