Rain
Rain
Thunderstruck!
Sprinkle, splatter, splash!
Wind rouses the trees making swooshing noises.
Depression lingers away from the warmth of my bed.
The patter against the windowpane. Foggy wet mornings and my umbrella.
The biting cold is unbearable.
Rainboots splash in puddles.
Rays of light shine through and clear the rain.
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