Unlike most people, I enjoy the rain for what it is.
There is this sense of tranquility that soothes me when it rains.
When it's hot or cold, I find that I can't concentrate on my thoughts.
However, when it rains I find inspiration.
I don't know if it's the soft touch of rain drops upon my face; or the soothing echo of rain.
I sometimes find myself standing in the rain.
I close my eyes and I listen.
Each rain drop sounds differently.
Some rain drops sound louder than others.
Regardless, every rain drop sings its own song.
Some sing of knights who slayed fire breathing dragons.
Others sing of great men, who once walked this earth.
As the rain slowly fades away, these once triumphant songs become but a whisper of the past.
There is this sense of tranquility that soothes me when it rains.
When it's hot or cold, I find that I can't concentrate on my thoughts.
However, when it rains I find inspiration.
I don't know if it's the soft touch of rain drops upon my face; or the soothing echo of rain.
I sometimes find myself standing in the rain.
I close my eyes and I listen.
Each rain drop sounds differently.
Some rain drops sound louder than others.
Regardless, every rain drop sings its own song.
Some sing of knights who slayed fire breathing dragons.
Others sing of great men, who once walked this earth.
As the rain slowly fades away, these once triumphant songs become but a whisper of the past.
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