"If people were days, you'd be the perfect rainy day" I said, answering a question that was never spoken.
Her eyes looked at me with interest, and a feeling of acceptance I longed for so long, and then she asks "What would you be?"
I smiled, she did too, and the raindrops that fell on our heads made me feel like she was all over the place. She was onmipresent, and I was at home.
"I am the calm before the storm." I said, extending my arms, my eyes shut.

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