They say we enjoy the most the things we have the less of. We crave that which we do not possess. And for me, that is the rain. It has not rained in months. I miss the chilly breeze that comes with the so-called "bad weather". I miss the tiny raindrops falling onto my skin, making me shiver with happiness and bliss. I miss the earthly essence of damp soil after the storm. I miss the rain, the mist, the pour.
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Essays From an Overthinking Teenager.
PoetryLiterally the tittle. Maybe not essays? Poetry too? Can it even be considered poetry? Anyways.
