you used to love it when it rained. remember?
when the lights went off because they no longer could stand a chance against the thunder.
when the strongest of trees would bend down, just to kiss the ground,
and the grey clouds just won't stop crying, looking at the love between the two.
you used to speak of how much you loved the smell of the air when it rained. how much you wanted to bottle that up somehow.
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