What a dazzling rain! It’s like a storm with amazingly eerie sounds of thunder. Oh well, what’s so special about it? It is special as I am a person who really loves to see the rain, hard or soft doesn’t matter, as long as it still pouring waters.
I barely see anything from my room windows. All of suddens the view are just grey and blurry. It’s like the water swallowed all. Kinda scary but also lovely. Makes me drifting along with the orchestra of the sound of pouring rain and the screaming thunder. Sing along! Let’s sing along the sadness and drowning together until the water washed away our tears. Somehow you just have to accept that this glooming mind of mine is taking me away from reality. And I am fading…
Blended with the hard rain. Crying along with the wind. Frozen with its coldness. And the thunder strikes gives more power to survive the brokenness. I am not dead. I won’t be dead. Not today. I will always come to you when the windy rain knocking on your window. I am the angel of your nightmare.
Remember me. My flooding tears, cracking soul of mine, and my broken heart that you caused
-mm
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wish I could cherish the rain as much as you do... all I know is, rain only intensifies my horny brain to just lay in bed, watch the tv and think what I could've done if it wasn't raining...
rain fetish=suicidal
salute!
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