Her Rain

The rain always attracted her, called out to her. Its pattering against the windows awoke her from the monotony of her homework. She left the house and came to the rain, inhaling the fresh aroma no perfume could compare to.

She walked for a while, lost in thought, for the rain was what always fuelled her imagination and dreams. In the rain, she was content. She would never be alone as long as the soft trickling of water guided her.

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11 thoughts on “Her Rain

      1. Yeah this winter was quite a treat… warm weather around the corner though. I think you’re in London right? Not far from us, and same type of weather.

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