1.20.17

But why do you hate the rain?
It loves you.
As soon as you leave your car,
It bolts,
Aiming to feel your face,
Settling for the top of your head, shoulders.
Cold droplets,
Yearning to touch warm skin.
Rest.
Open your hands,
Tilt your head back,
Stop running away.

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