When it rains, it pours.
That's what they say about the town I live in.
What they don't know is that it means more than its literal meaning. It means more than nature's fits of tears of screams. It means more than anyone could imagine.
When it rains, it pours.
That's such a funny saying.
It's so discreet in its actual meaning that it becomes ironic when residents outside the city use it.
Because what they call waves, we call tsunamis. What they call sadness, we call depression.
What they call long, we call everlasting.
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My Stories
RandomJust a collection of random stories I've written! Some may be poems!
