The sun is high in the sky
So why cant I feel its warmth?
Why is it
That the rain
Feels more like home
Why is it
That the cold winter months
Feel warmer than the summer
Why does the sun
Choose to spite me
I used to run and play
Under the sun
But now I shy away
And hide inside
Until the sun is gone
Until its cold and dark
And more welcoming
I suppose the rain brings life
But so does the sun
Its a two part equation
We must have both
In order to have life
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Random excerpts from my brain
RandomSo sometimes (a lot of times) my brain likes to poop random things out onto a page, so I decided why not share all the randomness here
