2/20/XX
Rain. Usually for sadness. Represents the coming of a storm. The earths way to cleanse the shit that earth birthed. Rain lets down people who where hoping to go out.
But I find comfort it it. The soft pitter patter against the the asphalt. Crying in the rain, to hide my tears. They'd say I'd get sick if I stayed out in the rain.
I get sick of them.
Rain is so pure. Just a slight touch, water is different. People abuse this...Forever tainting something so pure.
Impure rain kills. Rain is deliverance from the harsh sun that brings about no rain, and still shines when it's cold as the world outside. Yet the rain still comes as acid.
2/26/XX
the sun left me.
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Drabbles
Короткий рассказJust short Ideas that pop up in my head through out the day.
