Outside, the cold, hard raindrops splash loudly on the cement, liquid breaking, and the roaring winds clutch each by the throat and throw them from place to place.
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But listen to the gentle drops of water that trickle down the window.
The rain is not cold. It's not harsh. It's not solemn. It's not somber. It's not gray.
Rain is cozy weather. It's an excuse to spend time together.
It's the perfect weather for cuddling.
It's the time to stay in. Play board games. Watch movies. Prep and cook. Wash dishes. Do a lot of nothing.
It's the weather for long socks and hot cocoa and hot showers.
The regular pitter patter sings me lullabies to sleep.
When it rains, it's cold outside, but it's warm with you. Your feet keep my feet warm. :-)
Rain, to me, is the warm home that illuminates the darkness.
That is the rain I miss.
-J.Pham
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