nothing special, just neat...
when i was little i would watch the rain drops
coalesce on the windows of the car from the backseat as my parents drove. i would watch the manner with which they did so change as we moved faster. how they appeared to dance and move according to the wind. i can still remember the smell of the rain and the sound it made on the roof of the car or against the glass. And in the distance, the rumble of thunder comforted me. i still enjoy listening when it rains and it brings me back to those times.
when i was little i would watch the rain drops coalesce on the windows of the car from the backseat as my parents drove. i would watch the manner with which they did so change as we moved faster. how they appeared to dance and move according to the wind. i can still remember the smell of the rain and the sound it made on the roof of the car or against the glass. And in the distance, the rumble of thunder comforted me. i still enjoy listening when it rains and it brings me back to those times.
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