why do i love the rain?

Because once upon a time, I was a girl crying on her bed, looking outside the window, nursing her broken heart, badly needing a friend, then there was the rain.

Because once upon a time, the heavens shed its tears while I shed mine.

Because once upon a time, a boy wrapped his arms around my shoulder and his hand on my head to shield me from the rain.

Because once upon a time, I danced under the pouring rain and jumped and felt free.

Because, above anything else, once upon a time the rain saw me weep and laugh and wiggle and love and crumble and flirt and die a thousand deaths..

..and not even once did it judge me.

h.a.m.

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