Why must it always be the Rain?
Others run from it.
Others love it.
Others cherish it with their entire being.
Others need it.
Others crave it.
The cold rain has rejuvenating powers.
The hot leaves you breathless.
It pushes you against the wall.
It penetrates your entire soul.
Some fight it.
Some don’t mind it.
Some…
Anticipation of the end is all some yearn.
When it comes it brings the sunshine.
Hmmmm…just something about it….
Uncertainty
9 years ago
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