The equivalent of falling crystals. More fragile than glass. Beautiful in every aspect and glowing in radiance. That is rain. Lazy, Peaceful, Playful, and Tumultuous. A light pit pat pit pat on your window. A force that cannot be matched by any other on Earth. That is rain. We dance in it, we sing in it, we cry in it, and we love it. It is an inseparable part of us that we will never let go, nor would we want to. The muse of artists, the ruler of civilizations, and the blood of earth itself. That is rain. It can destroy and bring chaos. It can dry up and leave us with nothing. It can bring sorrow and happiness and love and hate. It can mend together and wrench apart. That is rain. A beautiful, delightful thing. Iridescent, murderous, and life-giving. A melody of bedlam that can sooth the soul. That is rain. |
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