Thou Inconsolable Brother
Maybe it's being raised in North Vancouver, but I enjoy the rain on my face so damn much. It almost touches upon the spiritual.
I cannot wait until spring, when it becomes warm enough to wander out to the river at 3 in the morn', while still raining. Sitting there and meditating in that soft plunder is just too amazing.
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I had just spent an hour talking to a friend about the rain. Even took the time to go and walk for a bit... clear the head, get the mind straight, find some more strength for the awaiting events.
A symphony it is. Every single raindrop has its own unique sound that could never be replicated and so will never be heard again.
It's Magic.
<3
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