Its raining.
Its raining a lot.
torrential comes to mind.
I used to love the rain.
The cold rain , the warm, the drizzle, the big fat droplets that slash back up at you.
Good downward rain, and rain that comes at you from the side.
Rain used to be my love, my life, my home.
Now...its just rain.
A thing, just a name.
But when you are in the rain.
No one can see the tears.
Its raining a lot.
torrential comes to mind.
I used to love the rain.
The cold rain , the warm, the drizzle, the big fat droplets that slash back up at you.
Good downward rain, and rain that comes at you from the side.
Rain used to be my love, my life, my home.
Now...its just rain.
A thing, just a name.
But when you are in the rain.
No one can see the tears.
posted by The Savage Bastard at 7:10 PM
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