Sunday, June 22, 2025

When it Rains

Rain brings different memories to different people.
Some feel joy, others sadness.
Some sing heartbroken songs; some are haunted by guilt.
For some, the rain brings anxiety, for others, a quiet sense of being alone.

To a few, it’s a bright, beautiful thing.
To others, it’s gloomy and bitter.
Some welcome it like an old friend; some feel nothing at all.

For some, it’s just rain.
For some, it’s everything.
And for some… it’s something they never want to experience again.

As for me, rain brings a mix of memories — some painful, some beautiful.
But still, I love the sound of it, the earthy smell rising from the ground, and the way it makes me feel.
I love getting drenched, singing in it, dancing under it.
I let the rain fall over me and take it all in — as if, for a little while, it washes everything else away.

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