Thinking About the Rain

Y'know, in a way I'm sort of happy that summer's ending. I mean, I love being off from school as much as the next person, but I'm really not one for the heat or the sun.

Right now, I'm sitting on the floor in my room, with a blanket, my dog, and a dim light next to me, listening to the sound of the rain on my roof. And it's lovely.

I love rain. To me, it's like the ultimate symbol of cleansing and renewal. It washes away all the dust and heat and turns the brown grass green. It makes the formerly ugly pavement sparkle under the streetlights. It forms puddles on the sidewalk that are perfect for splashing in. I remember that in elementary school, I used to love to walk through the rivulets that ran down the street to the storm drains. I've never minded getting wet - in fact, I love the feeling of raindrops seeping through my hair.

And while waking up in the morning and seeing a gray sky may be depressing sometimes, it only makes it that much more special when you wake up and see the sun.

I'm probably prejudiced because I've grown up in a very rainy area. But still.

I FEEL LIKE ABUSING MY BLOG...

BY TYPING HEARTS EVERYWHERE!

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AND YES, I AM USING CAPSLOCK. BECAUSE I AM IMAGINING MYSELF TALKING LIKE BILLY MAYS, AND I USE CAPSLOCK WHEN I FEEL LIKE GRAPHEMICALLY REPRESENTING MY BILLY MAYS-NESS.

AND I AM NOW AMAZED THAT GRAPHEMICALLY IS ACTUALLY A WORD. GO ME FOR FINDING ACTUAL WORDS TO REPRESENT MY INSANE SENTIMENTS.

*the shot pans out, and a phone number and some sort of fancy logo appear at the bottom of the screen*

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