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I love the rain. Don’t quite know what about it.
Perhaps the smell or the feel.

Or the fact that I too can let go for a moment. And just be.
Knowing that the world can hold together without me.

As it has and it would.

Once I’m gone.

Those little drops, when they fall. I feel adored.

The whiz of the air whispers in the ear.

The drops in a puddle. A divine rhythm.

I love the rain. Don’t quite know what about it.

Perhaps the smell or the feel.

Am I a drop too?

A tiny drop in this crazy world.

On the ground this moment,

In the clouds in another.

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