I could always feel the rain before it came. I could feel it as the smell of the impending rain filled my soul. I could imagine that first rain drop fall while it was just a bit of vapor in the skies.
It's been so long since I first walked this piece of floating space dirt, and everything seems to have faded and lost its charm. The childlike wonder has slowly died... but for the rain. The rain. Of my earliest sense of wonder of the rain and as far back as I can remember not one iota of wonder seems to have faded away till this moment as these words come pouring out of my keyboard at 150 words a minute.
I guess, when it rains, the child lives and for a bit... everything seems to be filled with wonder again.
It's been so long since I first walked this piece of floating space dirt, and everything seems to have faded and lost its charm. The childlike wonder has slowly died... but for the rain. The rain. Of my earliest sense of wonder of the rain and as far back as I can remember not one iota of wonder seems to have faded away till this moment as these words come pouring out of my keyboard at 150 words a minute.
I guess, when it rains, the child lives and for a bit... everything seems to be filled with wonder again.
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