It is raining. Not heavily, and barely even noticeable, except for the drops that have grazed my window or spotted their glaze onto the tiles of my balcony. I can hear the echo of thunder in the distance and I hope that the storm will continue my way.
I like the rain. I like the smell of the earth and the sound the drops make colliding with the ground and themselves. I think it brings a sense of change and new beginnings. It makes me want to sit under it and not come in until it has cleansed my soul, no matter how many days it will take.
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