I close my eyes to hear the rain, not wishing to see. I want to know what it feels like to BE rain; To know the sensation of falling Without care of direction or landing, To be fluid. To be a part of each splash, One of multitudes of drops reaching the same puddle. To spread out with the other droplets And become something greater than myself.
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