Rain isn’t nothing but tears gathered to fall from above. Do we can see our reflections looking back up. As we step on them that causes a ripple effect. The rain fell from someone’s eye as a release of luv’s affect. The rain is the cleansing e we play in as a child. Somehow we’ve forgotten to remember live in a more simpler system of mind. But when the rain comes down we all feel the comfort of its cool ease. Slowing time to sit back and breathe. The rain has a smell that can take us back to our childhoods. To a place where safe meant we were wild but good. Once upon a time ago we seen the good no matter the weather. At given moment was forever. We tasted the rain with our mouths open with the passing of years. The same way we will always know the flavor of our tears. Rain washes everything away. Tears release the pain. They’re one the same as we’re just trying to live. So with the breeze know, there’s a sigh of relief. With the thunder, there’s a heartbeat with a greater need. S as the lightning is the life of the storm. Our own currents will revive us to a better norm. The rain brings the balance as for when we cry, we teeter until we’re ok. Nonetheless, we’ll reason with both as they correct the expressions in our face.
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