Drops of rain.

"The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone, before any words came through. A damp streak of hair lay like a dash of blue paint across her cheek, and her hand was wet with glistening drops as I took it to help her from the car.  'Are you in love with me', she said low in my ear, 'or why did I have to come all alone?" -the Great Gatsby


It's not that often  the rain really comes down here, but when it does, it's magic.  |  Contax 645, Fuji400H