off much deprived limelight

Its raining outside.
We should all sit and watch as the little drops make their way down from their faraway origins.
They are so pretty, nothing could ever beat their beauty.

Pretty rain.
If only I could go outside and listen to the stories you carry from lands my eyes have never seen.
Of the people that may mean the universe to some and be merely names to me.
Pretty rain.
I thank God for you.
For the stories you whisper and for those that you scream.
You break some spirits with your chilly winds.
But you build mine with every gust you blow over me.

*hearts*

minx wrote at11:20 AM
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