It's raining, and I love it. The dampness all around. Waking up to the sound of heavy raindrops overhead makes me feel comforted, safe. I could listen to the echos of water all around me for hours. I've been waiting, for the last few weeks, for weather like this, for a day like this. I've been needing to mix flour and water, some butter and salt. Push them together, add some time and some heat. I've been needing to make dough. Mounds and mounds of soft white magic. Pillowy soft. Yeasty, stretchy and tasty. You can't make bread in the summer. It's too hot. I've been waiting for you rain, and today is the day.
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