It'll rain tomorrow.
Rain, rain, rain... I slept for two hours because of the rain.. it drowns out all the noise and drains the sky of all its colors... how cliche.
i used to say it was like God crying, but that sounds cliche as well.
But the umbrella was too small the other day. I was soaked and the tips of my pant-legs clung to me as I walked for the rest of the day... cold,cold,cold.... I went to bed with asthma that night and woke up sick.
Rain is much more beautiful in stories.
Rain, rain, rain... I slept for two hours because of the rain.. it drowns out all the noise and drains the sky of all its colors... how cliche.
i used to say it was like God crying, but that sounds cliche as well.
But the umbrella was too small the other day. I was soaked and the tips of my pant-legs clung to me as I walked for the rest of the day... cold,cold,cold.... I went to bed with asthma that night and woke up sick.
Rain is much more beautiful in stories.
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