I am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself.
Crimsyy Copyright 2016
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I love the rain because it was there when no one could be, when no one knew that they were needed. I love the rain because what follows after shows that, you could cry an ocean but you'd still make it to the shore. I love rain because in books, it ignites friendships, it is a key to the "perfect first kiss." I love rain because when it pours as if someone is pouring buckets of it, you finally feel as if something besides the beasts inside you...something OUTSIDE of you finally sounds like your soul. I love rain because not enough people do, not enough people know how much it can heal pain. Not many people know the rain outside of colourful (or colourless) umbrellas, ponchos, raincoats, soggy feet, wet socks, and frantic mothers. But that is what dull souls choose to see. When I see rain, I get a tingle down my spine, I stop frowning and I smile ( for once, I mean it). I get up and dance a happy dance in my room, and at that moment when half the population is complaining, you could say that, despite my monsters, I am the happiest, most euphoric girl in the world. And that is how it feels to me; my heart swells up with an unconditional love that not many people ( if any at all) understand. So, do not ask me to put perspective and depth into words you can understand, into words that match your little level. I am beyond that and so is my love. So, do not ask me, do not doubt , do not question my love for the rain. Or I will doubt and question if you have a working brain.
- Crimsyy♡
Ps: The photo is taken by me. Yes , it is rain but no, I did not put any effects or filters on it. It is 100% natural.
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