I love the rain. The way it falls all over the place but always manages to end up in puddles. I love the rain. The way it can be cold while still making you feel warm. I love the rain. The way it feels as it runs down my face the way I run for cover when I feel it on my cheek. I feel it on my cheek. I feel it. I feel the rain. I haven’t felt the rain for a long time. It’s like waking up from a nightmare to find that the world you are in now is better than you could have ever imagined. I feel the rain. I feel the rain. It repeats in my mind like a mantra. I feel the rain. I feel the rain. I feel. I feel. It doesn’t seem possible. I feel. I stand in the rain, feeling the water seep through my clothes. I stand in the rain, feeling the water. I stand in the rain, feeling. I stand, feeling. Feeling. Now, I can’t feel the rain. The cold has made me numb on the outside. But on the inside, I feel the rain. I feel the rain. I feel the rain. I can’t forget the feeling of rain on my skin. I can’t forget the feeling. I can’t forget. I can’t forget. I can’t forget the rain.
hey abby, this is Lindsey Sheppard. Um I've been missing you at school and I was thinkin maybe we could go 2 starbucks or somethin. You know, just catch up. Love to hear from you really. Lin
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