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Its raining
| It's sunny most days. The rain is a welcome change. It's surprises are, well, surprising to say the least. I no longer fear thunder. Lightning has, after all, been bottled and trapped in a handy rectangle. The moist air is nice, and seeing the stars and moon peak through the storm is breath taking.
| The pitter patter of the soft drops on the roof is a welcome friend when trying to sleep in the cold, uncaring night.
| But sleep doesn't come. The comfort of routine has faded to ths wind whisking away the droplets. As the AC unit hums, all that's heard are whispers of doubt, and knowledge that Heaven's beautiful ferocity will subside.
| The rain is soft, and almost daring in a way. It slowly rolls in with a heavy mist following. It's time of choice is mainly evening running into the night, wanting to catch the last glimpse of the warm orange hue before it starts it's like job of creating a soothing Melody all night long, one that rests your mind and eases you to sleep.
| But sleep does not come. Maybe an added melody will help the storm pass. Mybe a whish on a whisper heard in the bouncing drops. It's so far away, in the cold outside. Each drop being charged to an angry glow. So far it cannot harm me. So far I cannot feel it.
| It's raining somewhere.
| It was nuts last night, some real biblical shit.
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| even though it hits 40C over here every other day, there's still a couple bouts of summer rain. it's light enough to go out without an umbrella, heavy enough to thunder a little and soak up the grass and the sidewalks. sometimes the sun pokes out while it rains and it makes the most beautiful rainbows
| Dear g/u/rl, is it still raining over there?
| Rain is falling on the plain...
| Thunder just started sweeping in on the horizon, but this too shall pass
| I miss nice rain... Climate change has fucked this place so we only get severe storms or nothing at all anymore
| Large storms have been hitting me on and off in recent times, the next even more heavy than the last. Its been locking me in my home. With the only thing I can do is watch it and listen to it's every changing pattern, I ask myself, will this next storm be my last? I can only sit and pray that there is still some form of a fucking good watching.
| Maybe, but things are changing around faster then laughter full glances in the wind. Bold yet fluid. Was it the strangeness of the movements, or the clash of lightning in black and white, followed by a wimper of my being. When the storm subsides the sun will keep me warm again, but until then, I have my failing dreams and the soft rain.
| It's been raining for three days straight, if we count a constant drizzle as rain next to the storms that came yesterday. Today I tried to weed the gardens and the cracks in the cement while the ground is wet, but it seems like the plants are growing as fast as I can pull them lately. Nobody has time to keep the place up anymore, but at least it's cool again.
| The weeds are thinning to a small pile and the moist air is nice on my face. The suns been peeking through longer now, but thunder can clap at any moment. I now expect it, on the horizon, in my face. I'm numb to it's claps and the gilmers of sun means the flowers will take.
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| It doesnt rain here often but when it does it finally feels safe from the open skies and glaring sun, the storms are always so violent like it would destroy this whole city but they never do.