Rainy pane simples view for weary mind, leaving a compendious painting of a loquacious locale.

Does glass separate turtledoves in yearning, one suffering sky while the other endures dry? Or, are wings connected for the mizzle’s recital?

Moments now are as the period after bringing an equine out of pontlevis: halcyonic hours after the hurricane.

Perhaps, perspectives through precipitation’s play may provide profound entreé en matière for potential lovebirds in need of words to say. ; )