Rain

Wet all over, inside and out.

It is raining inside, in my heart. If I could see inside, there would surely be tears. Tears of emotion that cannot seemingly be controlled. Sometimes happy and then for no apparent reason, they change course like the wind. Sun and warmth are exchanged for cold-hearted uncertainty with intermittent showers and the prospect of a deep frost.

 

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