Querencia
(n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which two teenagers who suffer with problems and hates each others guts will slowly fall for one anoth...
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Clouds cry, they form rain. When humans cry they form tears...but they're not the same...
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Rain.
So calming, so relaxing, so peaceful and so cold...whether it is heavy or if it is light. The drops of rain hits the pavement with rythm not most can hear.
Walking in the rain, on thetown's sidewalk, there she was. The weather was cold and heavy. Yet the atmosphere was calm, the wind was blowing hard. With no umberella she continued to walk.
She was soaked in the rain, not really caring if she were to get hyperthermia at the moment. She loved the rain, the cold sensation hitting her skin keeps her calm and wondering. Sometimes she dreams while being in the rain. In this life she sought to find someone to dance with in the rain...as she walks she contemplated her actions, her words and started asking questions that seemed...peculiar
What is so different between the clouds and a human when they cry? There were so many to list down...but one thing was true. When clouds cry they don't feel? Whether heavy or light. When clouds cry they aren't viewed as weak and pathetic by others of its own kind.
