just fell out. Sheets of it. A soft, cleansing duvet of water that chases away the hot, sticky winter. Oh, I'm so happy today! I'm gonna go play in the rain...
oh my god... I love you. Rain is the single most orgasmic thing ever. The sky just releases... just as we must release our emotions, the sky does too. The rain is the sky weeping, laughing, dancing, singing, releasing... *orgasm*
My thoughts exactly. If the rain were a person, I don't know if I could contain myself. *orgasm times 7*
TELL me about, girlfriend. The rain could almost be a person. There's something wonderfully human about it. Flawed and destructive, but gorgeous and emotional at the same time. I think if rain were a person it would be a transvestite who went by the name of "Betty".
I never really thought of it that way before, but you're right. It's like a love affair. And, now that I think about it, the rain kind of personifies the most beautiful aspects of the human race, and then some of its more destructive qualities. Ya know? I think "Betty" would have Cher tapes in his car.
That's really wonderful, it actually rained here too. I opened my window and listened to the rain while burning some old 'lotus flower' incence that i have finally found! along with my bamboo stick. What a day what a day indeed!
