When it rains I feel like a child again. I stick my tongue out. Jump ponds. Get wet. No ponds intended. I feel nostalgic. Vulnerable. Connected with myself. My inner child. My innocent mind. Before it became traumatized by catastrophic events. Drama queen. That’s me. Drops of memories. Pouring thoughts. Mist. Miss my family. Comfort in a storm. I’m not great with long-distance relationships. I know they know that. I know they love me despite my climate changes. Sun coming soon. Daughter coming home too. Wait for me. All the drizzle. Waterfalls. Failures. Precipitations. Preparations. Hard work. Will pay off. Sunshine. Pot of gold. Colorful rainbows with unconditional love.
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