It's raining outside my window. I've always preferred rain over every other sort of weather. When it rains all I feel is freedom. For some reason something inside me releases, and I'm no longer locked behind bars. I am allowed to just be me when it rains. It's as if every facade, washes away with the grime in the air and all that's left is me...
As the thunder rumbles, and the lighting tumbles, the rain dances -- and I don't need to speak. God has said it all.
Am I the only one?
3 comments:
Nope! Rain is my favorite too :D
I would be the happiest person alive if it rained every day, and was warm.
You and I both honey!
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