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Rain reminds me of comfort It reminds me of soft sheets on my skin The way I would snuggle up on my bed and feel warm and cold at the same time Rain reminds me of excitement It reminds me of the unexpected coolness in the middle of summer The way I could run around in the streets soaking wet and yet no one thinks it wrong Rain reminds me of solitude It reminds me of how it can isolate me from the outside world by pouring down like a wall of tears from the sky Rain reminds me of innocence It reminds me of my youth When I would pray for rain every single day to save me from going back to school But now Rain doesn't remind me of anything Rain makes me think of things Rain makes me think of how we could run around in the streets Rain makes me wonder how it would feel like to lie on your sheets Rain makes me wonder about locking ourselves in and just talking Rain doesn't remind me of you Because you make me think about Rain
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Rain
Rain reminds me of comfort It reminds me of soft sheets on my skin The way I would snuggle up on my bed and feel warm and cold at the same time Rain reminds me of excitement It reminds me of the unexpected coolness in the middle of summer The way I could run around in the streets soaking wet and yet no one thinks it wrong Rain reminds me of solitude It reminds me of how it can isolate me from the outside world by pouring down like a wall of tears from the sky Rain reminds me of innocence It reminds me of my youth When I would pray for rain every single day to save me from going back to school But now Rain doesn't remind me of anything Rain makes me think of things Rain makes me think of how we could run around in the streets Rain makes me wonder how it would feel like to lie on your sheets Rain makes me wonder about locking ourselves in and just talking Rain doesn't remind me of you Because you make me think about Rain
June 01, 2016 This is for a guy I fell for who didn't see it coming. He was a guy who'd do anything for me, except loving.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
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