The rain
- Tevyn Gill
- Apr 22, 2018
- 1 min read
The rain reminded me of the scent of dense drizzle driving mists of steam from the hot pitch. It reminded me of dark days in fully lit class rooms, screams at every roll of thunder and dramatic gasps at every flash of lightening. The rain reminded me of slow quiet drives with soft music and the different sounds of the rhythmic pattering of the droplets against the hood, the glass, the road. It reminded me of sleep; some of the coldest and comfiest. Some of the best sleeps of them all. The rain also reminded me, many a time, of how quickly and suddenly life could surprise you and soak your entire existence to shit. So, remembering those times, I just bought an umbrella and continued smiling. Because I remembered…
The rain is beautiful.
The rain is a blessing.
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