Rain is one of the things I will always love - the tap, tap, tap against a window; the cool smell and freshness of wet earth; the reminder that we aren't really in control of anything. It is a time for poetry, a time for living without thinking. Close your eyes and imagine me.
...
When the weather is cold and you can feel it in your lungs.
When it hurts to breathe
in too deeply, and the sharp pain in your chest sends warning to your entire nervous
system.
When you can feel me, behind you, watching.
That is when you are ready.
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