I don’t know anyone who loves rain and little thunderstorms as much as I do. Some of my friends think I’m weird but it doesn’t bother me. I feel secure when it rains and throw in a slight thunderstorm and I’m happy. I wonder sometimes how can I see beauty in this when others groan when it comes. Rain reminds me of tears but not unhappy ones. I see it as a tension releaser of the day’s troubles and stress. It washes away the problems that seem to have a death grip on your life. When it rains again think about how beautiful the earth will be after it clears away. I know…weird but it’s a good weird.
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