Rain. Home.

Water from the sky.
I’ve always felt at home in it.
Never understood why people don’t like it.

Nobody likes to get cold and wet.
I get that.
Of course.
But, you know,
put a jacket on.
Don’t blame the clouds for your over optimistic clothing choices.

Is it that it darkens the color palette?
It also makes things sparkle
and darkness is comforting.

Is it the absence of sun?
A temporary absence of something wonderful is not a bad thing.
It’s a necessity. So you’ll appreciate it when it’s there.

Raindrops look like tears.
But I always cry with laughter
and almost never when I’m sad.
Maybe that’s the difference.


Rain is coziness, fresh air and rainbows.
Rain is


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