As you stand, alone, in the middle of a road. It can be any road; I request that you imagine somewhere very familiar to yourself. There are no cars. There is no risk at all, and no immediate danger from your environment.
Now imagine clouds gathering above your heads. Proper, dark clouds they are. Definitely not the round and fluffy kind. You feel the ominosity of what is to come, even as your surroundings are engulfed by a further layer of dreariness.
Imagine looking up at the clouds, so dark, and seeing the first drops of rain fall from the sky. One, two, four… Even as the sound resembles that of a lost childhood; I still listened and held it dear.
The drops of rain soon become much more intense, as raindrops combined into streams.
You stand there, uncertainty held, and watch as the sky negotiates your future. Just joking, the clouds said. You were always meant to be drenched. Your smooth mane of hair is soaked through. The rain ignores you all the same, and continues it’s dance through the constellations.
You feel the storm pelting against your bare skin. You’re drenched through. You wonder when the rain would stop… It’s pretty addictive, getting drenched.
Now imagine the person you love. Right there with you. Getting soaked in the rain. Grinning from ear to ear.
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Imagine the rain.
As you stand, alone, in the middle of a road. It can be any road; I request that you imagine somewhere very familiar to yourself. There are no cars. There is no risk at all, and no immediate danger from your environment.
Now imagine clouds gathering above your heads. Proper, dark clouds they are. Definitely not the round and fluffy kind. You feel the ominosity of what is to come, even as your surroundings are engulfed by a further layer of dreariness.
Imagine looking up at the clouds, so dark, and seeing the first drops of rain fall from the sky. One, two, four… Even as the sound resembles that of a lost childhood; I still listened and held it dear.
The drops of rain soon become much more intense, as raindrops combined into streams.
You stand there, uncertainty held, and watch as the sky negotiates your future. Just joking, the clouds said. You were always meant to be drenched. Your smooth mane of hair is soaked through. The rain ignores you all the same, and continues it’s dance through the constellations.
You feel the storm pelting against your bare skin. You’re drenched through. You wonder when the rain would stop… It’s pretty addictive, getting drenched.
Now imagine the person you love. Right there with you. Getting soaked in the rain. Grinning from ear to ear.
Guess rain isn’t so bad, eh.
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