I thought of this earlier when the world was looking a little brighter – metaphorically – than it is now. I asked S for a reason. She said thunderstorms. I was like, oh yeah, I was thinking about writing about rain earlier. Except that, whilst earlier rain seemed like a reason to live, now, it doesn’t. It can still do though.
Seventeen. Rain. I love walking through rain. I hate getting wet. Other than that I love the feel. The being at one with the world.