"Oh, how I love the rain," she mutters to herself, feeling the rain trickle from her face down to her feet.
Most people loves the sun,
she prefers the clouds.
She loves the rain,
for it keeps her sane.
It keeps her safe,
and serves as her escape.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
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