Weather

The rain outside my window is possibly one of the finest smells of my life.

Pure. Honest. New.

I love it when it rains. I may run around outside for a little bit laughing and shouting at the sky. The neighbors shouldn’t think I’m too terrible wierd.

But, it’s always better to do that with a friend. Falling into the bed or couch afterwards just feels right, you know.

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