The rain is pouring, the wind is howling. It was cold.
I was in a balcony sitting, holding a cup of coffee – thinking.
I looked up, dazed by the floating huge dark clouds;
a sign of no stopping, or will be, anytime soon.
Why now?
A lingering question..
I want to go out there and soak myself up.
Longing to feel that feeling;
finding what’s missing;
a flowing nostalgia,
where if you blink, it’ll be lost.
Chibi Wanderer 
I dissolved in the rain a few times.
It was always exciting.
Part of me lives there
like a ghost,
hiding in tears…
and so deeply,
colourfully lost
that it doesn’t matter whether I learn to smile
or dance again.
The rain does my laughing for me,
tapping the fun free
like a pointillist giggle.
(Dunno where that came from 🙄)
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This is nice! I love rain – it is gloomy at the same time, calming. ❤
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