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Why I Love The Rain

Uta-Kohai-s-Ink

Reads 46
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Parts 3
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Reads 46
Votes 9
Parts 3
Time <5 mins

Uta-Kohai-s-Ink

Mature

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It isn't always because there's gonna be a rainbow after every thunderstorm, or that playing in the rain is fun. Rain is many things, and rain can describe who I am. I sprinkle when I'm cheerful, I accompany thunder when I'm enraged, and I rain hardly when I can't control my excitement. The rain, that is, isn't always wanted. I'm not always wanted.All Rights Reserved

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