it’s happier, drowning in the rain.
submerging your thoughts. pushing them down.
running. it’s better than thinking… it’s happier moments.
the scent of the earth and the trees saturated… the rain is comfort when you run with it.
the puddles… well, that’s another thing. that’s playful and carefree. and, at the same time, it’s lonely and messy. dodge puddles when able. (or jump in one and say ‘oops!’ when you ‘accidentally’ splash someone.)
the wet clothes… well, that’s the fun part. and the messy part and…
…well, the part where you come in…
(put ’em in the dryer for me.. will, ya?)