The Wind, Clouds & Rain.

NOTE: This isn't my usual fiction. That's cause it isn't.

Life's too short to wait for a buddy to play in the rain with. Memo to self: You see rain, you run straight into it. Spin around, jump and dance, just like you used to.

Dear Rain, Please come back and play again.

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I love that short period just before a heavy rain. When the winds blow so hard. The cold gives you goosebumps but it feels so good against you skin. You watch, watch everything move against it, move with it. It seems so turbulent, the wind making it seem so chaotic out there and yet.. you've never felt more at peace. To stand at the balcony, delicious shivers riding down your back. You stand in an atmosphere so cold, but you've never felt more warm, the comfort coursing through you like you were sitting by a fireplace. You see everything around you move so fast, yet you feel like your in slow motion. Standing on a plane of here and there, standing within the real world but you still feel like you watching from somewhere else, from another universe. Everything disappears during these moments. Nothing else matters, nothing is more important than savouring the wind blowing through your hair, whispering in your ear. It's these moments I wish would never end, it's these moments I wished I had more of, it's these moments I wish I could share, it's these moments I cherish, long for, desire. I wish I could describe it better here, for you all to relive within your imagination. I love the moments before a heavy rain. The moments when the wind is King.

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Clouds see everything. They travel the world, see it all. The marvelous, the glorious, the morbid, the gruesome. The joy, the peace, the tears, the rage. They see things we will go our whole lives not knowing about. They experience everything about a situation, because they were there. They truly know where the end of the rainbow is. They are never alone, never stray. Their there for you, no matter what happens. They offer comfort just by being what they are. I wish could be able to see what they see, to experience the world the way the clouds do.

I miss feeling the rain playing on my skin. I miss feeling it soaking through my clothes, and feel as if it's soaking through my skin as well. I miss feeling as if I was in a whole new world. The rain comforts me. I love the rain.