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Rain isn't just precipitation of water. It is kisses to your face while riding a bike. It is hugs when you under sky with arms wide open. It is a hand to wipe the tears when you cry with heavy heart. It is wings when you want to fly but can't reach sky.

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Before the storm.

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“I’ve always found comfort in rainy days.

The smell the earth releases because of the water droplets hitting it, and the sound they make on impact.

The grey skies, and bumpy clouds.

The sound the thunder makes after the beautiful bolts of lightning reveal themselves.

I don’t know why, but something about it all always makes me see a reflection of myself in it.”

-a person who’s lost their voice

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Rain dripping off a plant in color and in black and white. I couldn't decide which to post.

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It's too short. I need more :(

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It's too short. I need more :(

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Tonight is finally raining. And I sit under the rain because I don’t know where else to go. The rain falls, cold and unrelenting, soaking through my clothes, my skin, as if trying to drown the ache inside me. I thought I’d feel empty by now, but somehow there’s more, more sorrow, more longing. I close my eyes and let it come. The cold is honest, at least. It doesn’t pretend to soothe, it doesn’t offer comfort. I sit and listen to the rain because it understands what words can’t. It fills the silence that’s been screaming inside of me.

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