Write a paragraph about a rainy night.
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Explanation:
More precisely, I like rainy nights with the lights off, listening to somber music and just writing. There is something eerily calm with the patter of rain falling in the background of Gnash or Muse or any random bands that Spotify and Pandora have conjured for me, and my writing just ends up getting a lot more insightful. The darkness is just more fitting when you look out the window, and you see puddles with continual ripples, because that….
That’s life. Actions that sit and then more actions and outside forces constantly hitting and landing before fading into obscurity and you can’t tell the droplet that fell first from the one 10 mins ago. That is your life, actions and people yelling at you 10 years ago, and the last time you saw your parents and the first time you had ice cream, summed up into the beautiful soul you are.
Btw this was all written at night without rain, so let that be an indicator <3
Bless
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