91: RAIN

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Today it started raining.
Just slowly at first then all of a sudden the cloud released all the rain in it's grip.
For some reason it made me happy.
I no longer joined in in realising all the sadness and pain,
No I smiled.
And it wasn't fake this time,
I did not try to bury any feelings.
I lifted up my arm and spread out my hand and danced along with the music playing through broken headphones.
And for once the rain made me happy.
I felt ok,
I felt better than I could remember feeling.

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