In the dappled light it is as if the golden rays are dripping upon my skin, forming sweet golden pools.
Dripping rain feels as if God is tickling my skin, as if I were a wriggling child and he only seeks a grin.
Heaven sent rain dripping upon my skin is by far the greatest way to start this summer's day.
Honey drips upon my toast, amber nectar upon golden browns. It flows as I image daylight would if I were as fast as the Flash or Superman.
Chocolate is dripping down the icing of my birthday cake, great and generous drips upon a pastel rainbow sheen.
The steady dripping sound of rain upon my rooftop massages my brain, radiating good feelings through my body, hugging my skin from within.
Through the dripping had been slow, it had gone on for some time, small droplets falling soundlessly onto the ageing wooden boards. The water had soaked in with ease, creating an halo of rich brown hues.
There was the sound of water dripping into a liquid, the noise magnified like it was in a cocoon, echoing within a rocky shelter. Though the timing of each drop was whimsical, the rate per minute neither increased or decreased. Travis opened his eyes, it was time to investigate.
Had it not been for the icy kisses dripping from the tree above, Mila might have slept on well after the sunrise. She was warm in her arctic sleeping bag, it was total overkill for fall in Seattle but she didn't care. Warm was good, warmer was better. At first the gentle drops had caused her to dream of jogging in the rain, no doubt the smell of the earthy woodland around her helped the illusion to continue. But then one had splashed onto her closed eyelid and instinct brought her crashing back to consciousness. The hues of the bark and wood welcomed her back to wakeful reality. She recalled where she was. She was on her way to see her lover and there was a long hike ahead.
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