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I am laying on the bed, Head hanging off the edge, Upside down. The rain here is not what I am used to. It I humid and sticky, All the things I tried to let go of. It is not the California rain. I am laying on the grass, Head tilted up, Gazing at the night. The stars here are not what I am used to. They’re not blue nor bright, All the things I wish I could remember. They are not the California stars. California rain is not like Florida. It smells of dirt and dew, And earthworms and wet bark. California stars are not like Florida. They are blue and abundant, And Orion and all the planets. This is what they left me: California rain California nights California snow and California waves. California wind, California days, I am homesick But for which one I do not know.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
California Rain: this is what they left me
I am laying on the bed, Head hanging off the edge, Upside down. The rain here is not what I am used to. It I humid and sticky, All the things I tried to let go of. It is not the California rain. I am laying on the grass, Head tilted up, Gazing at the night. The stars here are not what I am used to. They’re not blue nor bright, All the things I wish I could remember. They are not the California stars. California rain is not like Florida. It smells of dirt and dew, And earthworms and wet bark. California stars are not like Florida. They are blue and abundant, And Orion and all the planets. This is what they left me: California rain California nights California snow and California waves. California wind, California days, I am homesick But for which one I do not know.
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HollyLS
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HollyLS
14/F/USA
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
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