R.A.D. Stainforth 's lovely read...he knows how to pronounce it... It starts small and slim, Hard as diamonds ― The irresi...

R.A.D. Stainforth contemplates a walk in the rain It's the way droplets pause on your face, how your neck looks, temp...

A thrill of thunder in my hair: Though blackening clouds be plain, Still I am stung and startled By the first drop of the rain:...

Why does the rain make us feel so romantic and strange? Maybe it's the fact that we are unnatural spectators of it, from inside our ...