it has always been my friend
it reassured me that it's okay to pour down in
frustration, agony, melancholy and sometimes in joy.
it washes away all the bad, dirt, grime and crud that was left on the streets.
it heals the wounded cracks in the desert, revitalizes the plants that have been drying away and starts new beginnings from previous floras efforts that couldn't make it to feel the first droplet
most people don't enjoy the rain, it gives me a sense of relief, like a breath of fresh air from being held underwater for so long.
the best thing about living in oregon is that it's rainy 75% of the time.
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romantic poetry
Poetrynot really about romantic poetry, just shitty poems from a shitty poet.
