Rain Rain - Blog Posts

rain. i lyk rain.

cause im a pebble,  I grew up in the remains of a swamp, the rain always feels like home to me.

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The shine on the leaves glowed brightly. The left over rain and dew dropped fell from the hands of my house, the ground caught the drops with gratitude. Tvs turned on and the indistinguishable murmurs vibrated the walls. The birds echoed in the distance, welcoming the sun that arose once more. And I sat here and watched it all, hopelessly awaiting a million more .