You know what I miss (although I can't figure out the life of me why)? Raining days in middle school. There was just something magical about it, getting completely drenched while walking home, having to shimmy out of my jeans and chucks that were soaked completely through... I remember sitting on the kitchen floor, petting my cat, just staring out the glass door to the backyard, completely enchanted as I watched the water fall down from the sky, making little ringlets of waves through the thick puddles...
Rain is inspiring.
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