Rain

It makes me feel nostalgic for something. I can’t put my finger on it. It fills me with longing, with anticipation that something must happen surely. Fleeting raindrops, once rain, now moist earth and now the intoxicating smell of that earth. What do you hold on to?

I stare at out of the window. It makes me still, makes me dream, makes me listen to it. If only I could be a little like rain…dreaming, wandering, all encompassing, intense.

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