The rain has me on some trip,
its breeze taking my hand & drifting me away slowly into a sweet-scented cool mist of memories...
Memories of you, of me, of him, of her and plenty of them many of those forgotten only to be remembered by the rains pure smell.
The grey sky is tainted with red, some say gloomy, and truly maybe it should sit heavy on my head, but as it seems like the radio volume dial turned clockwise,
the pitter-patter of the drops increase.
my mind starts screaming words at my pen.
increasing is the electricity in my brain inspired completely by this rain.
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