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It would eventually rain. We both knew it. It wasn't going to be a hurricane, nor a sun shower. But it would eventually rain. Who decides if it rains? A higher power perhaps? The clouds themselves? Can I decide when it rains? Whoever decides it, It's eventually going to rain. Rain is life, just as you are to me. The rain meets the roots and reaches out the branches. Closer to you. In a drought or a flood, It's eventually going to rain. And rain it shall.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
weather or not
It would eventually rain. We both knew it. It wasn't going to be a hurricane, nor a sun shower. But it would eventually rain. Who decides if it rains? A higher power perhaps? The clouds themselves? Can I decide when it rains? Whoever decides it, It's eventually going to rain. Rain is life, just as you are to me. The rain meets the roots and reaches out the branches. Closer to you. In a drought or a flood, It's eventually going to rain. And rain it shall.
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18/M/where mind and body meet
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
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