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Feb. 25th, 2007 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikHave I mentioned how much I love the rain? Just the sound outside my window sets my blood running, the smell draws me to windows, the gray sky is more beautiful than the brightest blue.
And yet I hate it on days like this - all worked up and no place to go. In this weather one ought to be wrestling with umbrellas and grabbing people's hands and running, laughing, the wet distance between shelter and shelter.
What good is beauty when there's nobody to appreciate it with?
And yet I hate it on days like this - all worked up and no place to go. In this weather one ought to be wrestling with umbrellas and grabbing people's hands and running, laughing, the wet distance between shelter and shelter.
What good is beauty when there's nobody to appreciate it with?
