Of all the seasons, I love rain the most. There’s something calming about it, something that cleanses the soul. Ah well…

It’s bright outside now. I don’t like it.

Categories: Personal

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  • Rain is therapeutic in its own rhythmic way. It has its own voice that tells tales of sorrow and yester years.


    Seems like it allocates us time to muse alone. In this rat race.

    A time of serene contemplation.

  • That’s true. Thank you, I’ve never heard it expressed so beautifully.