Rain. It has always made me happy. It was always fasinated me, the way it never drops in the exact same place. When I go for a stroll into my woods, located across from my neighorhood, or perhaps go to my santuary, aka the college around my small town. I hope for rain, it helps me think. The way it falls unto my skin sends me into my world. Water alone made me this way. Not a worry in my head. Just a rush, like a tide crashing against the shore. It regenerates me.
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