staring at the cloudy sky with you was pleasant,
even though most people hated unclear skies.
standing in the rain with you was pleasant,
even though most people hated when the skies cried.
watching lightning flash across the dark sky with you was pleasant,
even though most people shuddered when the lightning would punch holes in the skies.
you were pleasant,
nobody hated that.
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drabbles
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