I woke up to rain this morning, To the the smell and the way it sounds.
I love Rain at nighttime. Maybe early morning when you can just make out the shapes of the trees. sometimes I miss sitting under the awning when it's raining, overcast so dark and having a cigarette. When it rains it pours, sometimes so much that when I'm dancing through the field I can hardly see what's in front of me. metephorically speaking, maybe it's better that way.
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