
Rainy Days.
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Have you ever heard the rain? I mean really listened. It's quiet. When your thoughts are running wild all day and night, you can remember every dream. Almost as if your mind never shuts off, it doesn't slow down. Oh the overwhelming feeling it must be to have that chance, anyway. Nature is so soothing. The smell is of purity, the comfort of home. The simple things in life like a warm blanket on a cold night, or your morning coffee, a perfectly dried clean towel after a shower. A glass of water when you wake up parched at 3 a.m., a rainy day like today. It really makes you stop to appreciate and understand the cycle of cleanse, comfort and moments of simplicity. These puddles, they soak up over time. That alone makes me feel secure and come to realize a few things.. So, I live. - B.
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