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After the rain of yesterday Karissa could see the dark mud of the path, yet the pine needles on top were already pale and moving with the breeze. She tilted her head toward the sun, feeling the gentle warmth, noticing how the sky was darker blue the higher she let her eyes wander.

By daisy, February 23, 2016.
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The soil was so damp that the worms had surfaced to breathe and the crows fluttered over the grass with their inky wings, each of them eating at the sudden buffet.

By daisy, February 25, 2016.
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The rain fell down the blades of grass into the already wet soil, the droplets pausing on the surface before being sucked into the dark particles.

By daisy, February 25, 2016.
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The rain had washed the street clean and nowhere was the wetness more obvious than in the grass verges. Just yesterday Nancy had only noticed the grass, today she saw the soil, dark like molasses under the glossy strands.

By daisy, February 25, 2016.
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The earth was at its richest tone having bathed in the rain, a hue that put Danny in mind of spring planting. He saw that colour and it brought to mind the tilled earth behind the plough and the aroma of the soil.

By daisy, February 25, 2016.
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Sabita curled her bare toes over the forest floor. After the afternoon's monsoon it was pleasingly cool, refreshing even. She crouched down to run her hands though the earth and watched as it clumped around her fingers. When she raised her hands to see the effect she could see the runs of mud in the soft creases of her hands like mini-rivers coursing their way to her wrists. She knew her mother would scold her but she didn't care, she plunged them into the earth again just to feel it's coolness on her skin.

By ravinder, October 19, 2013.
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Nancy sat on the damp earth, she could feel the water seeping through her pants, but she didn't care. She knew that when she stood up her backside would be brown with wet mud, but she went on sitting just the same. She folded her arms, pouted her lips and waited for Papa to return. He was just going to have to carry her home and that was that.

By robertgreen, November 7, 2013.
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Grundy ran his weathered hands over the dark rain-kissed soil, the damp earth was perfect for planting.

By robertgreen, November 7, 2013.