Let It Rain
I always want to be the best I can be. Ever changing, that is just me. My curiosity drives me to learn new things everyday. My mother was a teacher, she would have wanted it that way. Sitting on my back porch thinking I have lived my life too fast. There is no greater time than the present, I want to make this morning last. If you haven't taken time to smell the night air, and feel the cool breeze blow through your hair. Might want to give it a try, maybe it will remind you of why you're alive. We were not put on this earth to try to run between the raindrops, get wet and enjoy your life.
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