rain is always romantic.
it truly is far more romantic in Paris.
maybe because i expect it to be.
either way, it is.
it's been drizzling/pouring/drizzling for the last 4 hours.
i'm curled up in my bed,
sketching & watching 'An American in Paris'.
the window is open & the rain sounds so lovely on the tin rooftops as it falls down the alley to my sill.
it's almost as if i can hear every single drop's journey.
forget work, it's friday-
come snuggle, M?