There's something interesting about how the rain fell today.
And about how early it is.
It seems interesting that it always seems to start raining when I step out, and then stop when I'm coming back in.
Satire and irony?
Touche, sir, touche.
The pitter and the patter of falling drops never really sound like rain, even when you know it is.
It feels different; like a curtain fluttering in the wind.
But that is an illusion. Most pleasantries are.
At times it falls harder, lighter inbetween the clouds' rage, ever coming in waves and processions like an army of the cold but wet.
The slight flood on the ground flows with a grace that's eerie, and slight ridges appear where the ground is uneven.
There's something artisitc about the small craters that each raindrop makes; there's something beautiful about bullets hitting something that cannot scream in pain.
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때때로, 그녀는 당신이 누구와 다시 사랑에 빠진지 미소하고, 처럼 봅니다
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Forget about the pain and misery, and dance in the rain with me, just this once. Live the illusion. Thrive in it.
You see the rain differently than I do. Come into my world, see through my eyes. Try to understand. Share my views today. You might be surprised at what you find.