Rain is no fun to deal with either, I would rather deal with snow that flood.
On the glass, icy feathers grew from condensation and cold their lacy, icy formations exquisite on the glass. Three feathers grew to elegant proportions each fanned perfectly apart. I watched this natural phenomena take shape, in awe and wonderment as quickly as they took shape I watched their untimely displacement. Soaring Feather 1.03.08
