Save It For A Rainy Day

I look up at the silver drops coming straight for me. I don't have enough sense to come out of the rain. Entranced by the rhythm from the sky like a heartbeat. Loving every second of it. Washing away stress and concerns. The drops glistening off my skin. The soft muddy ground beneath my bare feet. The wet blades between my toes. The cold drops sending shivers down my spine, but I don't care. I have enough sense to not come out of the rain.

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