I love the rain
the way it cleanses
purifies
the air
washing away a great amount of my troubles.
Rain has connotations of sadness and gloom
I don't understand why.
It tries so hard to wash away the worlds troubles
sometimes it gets things wrong
that's okay.
I hate the sun.
the way it dirties
humidifies
the air
letting my troubles bake in the atmosphere.
Sun has connotations of happiness and glee
I don't understand why.
It becomes over confident and shines too brightly.
It thinks it's always right
that's not okay.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC
I love the rain
the way it cleanses
purifies
the air
washing away a great amount of my troubles.
Rain has connotations of sadness and gloom
I don't understand why.
It tries so hard to wash away the worlds troubles
sometimes it gets things wrong
that's okay.
I hate the sun.
the way it dirties
humidifies
the air
letting my troubles bake in the atmosphere.
Sun has connotations of happiness and glee
I don't understand why.
It becomes over confident and shines too brightly.
It thinks it's always right
that's not okay.
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