Rain

Rain

 

The sound of it falling on your rooftop

The feeling of it touching your fingertips

The smell of the full clouds

The unusual taste of it

The sight of what looks like tears falling from the sky

The lightning striking down like a hand reaching down from the sky

The thunder like screams in the distance

 

Some hate it since they can’t play outside

Some hate it because it looks like sadness

Some hate it because it looks like the sky is crying

Some hate it because it creates flood

 

Some love it since it hides the sun

Some love it since it’s romantic

Some love it since it feeds the plants

Some love it sine it feeds droughts

 

No matter if you like it or love it, there will always be rain

 

The End

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