I'm in love with the rain;
or more so the sound of it
when it hits against the window and the rooftop, and when a car passes by.
I'm in love with the pavement;
the heat it absorbs
on a sunshine filled day, when I can sit down and enjoy it.
I'm in love with the smell of the grass;
in the faint breeze-
a cooling sensation after all the humidity.
I'm in love with the liveliness;
the life that surrounds,
from the kids on the playground to the adults kicking the ball around.
I'm in love with the little things;
the ones I'll always remember
because they bring back memories-
of us.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
I'm in love with the rain;
or more so the sound of it
when it hits against the window and the rooftop, and when a car passes by.
I'm in love with the pavement;
the heat it absorbs
on a sunshine filled day, when I can sit down and enjoy it.
I'm in love with the smell of the grass;
in the faint breeze-
a cooling sensation after all the humidity.
I'm in love with the liveliness;
the life that surrounds,
from the kids on the playground to the adults kicking the ball around.
I'm in love with the little things;
the ones I'll always remember
because they bring back memories-
of us.
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