"Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” ~ Bob Marley
There’s a spiritual side behind the rain. The clouds come together and waltz and let their tears glisten the dry ground with their happiness. The ground lets itself be nourished by the water for a brief moment. It lets the rain deceive itself because there is no more strength to deal with reality. The dancing becomes a dynamic bass, revolting against the delicate posture. Da-doom. Ba-doom. The tension increases, clouds rubbing against one another. Static, tension, pressure. All has reached its climax. A bolt of lightning breaks free and the clouds whirl. No regrets on letting the fire ruin its fun. The ground lets the drops molest it. The rain cuts and bruises the skin with no mercy. The earth lets go. It takes the beating without regards.
It gets wet.
-Cynthia S.
There’s a spiritual side behind the rain. The clouds come together and waltz and let their tears glisten the dry ground with their happiness. The ground lets itself be nourished by the water for a brief moment. It lets the rain deceive itself because there is no more strength to deal with reality. The dancing becomes a dynamic bass, revolting against the delicate posture. Da-doom. Ba-doom. The tension increases, clouds rubbing against one another. Static, tension, pressure. All has reached its climax. A bolt of lightning breaks free and the clouds whirl. No regrets on letting the fire ruin its fun. The ground lets the drops molest it. The rain cuts and bruises the skin with no mercy. The earth lets go. It takes the beating without regards.
It gets wet.
-Cynthia S.
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