I surveil the abstract of rain drops as they slither the outside pane, it’s journey, merely a moment in time.
Each tiny drop, they dazzle like fireworks synchronizing with my deluge of thoughts now cached from a once juvenile me. I beam with the sound of the pitter-patter, the torrent tone lulls me to a reminiscent state as I recall the stories of my olden.
The Rain Made Me Do It
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Great description of having thoughts tied to the falling rain. It is interesting how weather events can trigger memories of former times. Very nice!
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Sometimes we just have to slow down and creativity just happens through experience.. thanks for reading
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Thanks my friend, really appreciate your support
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Thanks again bud
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You are welcome!!
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