Something about the rain. Just something about it's scent, and the way the puddles it creates echo through my room. I've wanted to write something for a few weeks now, something worth reading again. I've saved about four drafts, but nothing I really feel is worth anything. Something about the rain makes me more, not technically inspired, but capable of writing. As the water droplets flow from sky to roof to road to beneath the soil, i'm able to better flow and run the the thoughts in my head. The leaves and twigs circulating my fuck up are kind of washed and pushed closer to the sewer when it rains. I enjoy writing, and writing words that impact people, rain acts as one of my catalyst for me to be able to do that better. I don't know, just thoughts and thoughts.
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