Why do I always feel so inspired when it rains?
Everyone else where I live seems to hate it. People are always complaining about the rain, about how awful it looks outside when the sky's so gray.
I like it.
The rain always has this impact on me, driving me to write something meaningful. I always feel inspired to write poetry when it rains, though most of the time my poems end up having nothing to do with the rain itself.
Aside from that, how can anyone hate the sound of rain? I know people who do, though for me it's nothing but soothing.
I'm interested to see what people think of the rain here. Do most of you guys despise it, or do you enjoy it to an extent? Let me know down below.
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Randomness
RandomTags and writing prompts, plus whatever random thought might happen to get thrown into the mix. Includes poems, essays, and the occasional short story.
