Rain for me is not the same to you
You see rain as only sad and blue
But to me rain is a form of healing
The rain slows my heart from beating at speeds
That I can not bare and calms my anxious hands
That tremble when Im sacred
The simple tapping of the rain
on my window pane
Makes me able to think straight again by
Untangling my thoughts that run wild in my head
This little sound removes all the chains that left me stranded to this bed
This sound is one of the very few things
That can make me smile when the pain I'm feeling
has almost fully consumed me
The rain to me is not the same to you
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Randomness
AcakThis book is full of randomness... All the random thoughts that come into my mind... Or that I have heard. Hope you enjoy!
