do you ever think about the rain?
at 6 a.m. in the morning? nope, i don't think so.
well, you should now.
you know what i should really be right now? asleep.
people say the rain means the earth cries.
oh i'm really going to make the earth cry if i don't get even an ounce of sleep today.
and they say it like it's a bad thing. they say it like crying is a bad thing.
...fuck this... and let me guess, you're saying it's not?
i'm saying it doesn't have to be all black and white.
the world isn't always made up of extremes. it isn't always made up of good or bad and of right and wrong. there's always going to be a gray area. as long as the extremes exist, there's always going to be a middle.
crying is like that. it doesn't give you anything in return nor do you lose something by doing it. it's neither brave nor cowardly. it's neither good nor bad. it's human.
that's why rain is so fascinating, i guess. it doesn't embody a divine perfection; it embodies the very soul of nature. it brings destruction and creation. it gives life and death. it knows no name, no label, no color, no sexual orientation: nothing. it only knows how to shed its tears... down.... down... down.
i wish people were more like rain.
but we already are. i guess some people are just too caught up in the wind.
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