I think I like rainy days more than I like sunny days.
On rainy days you can be in a cafe cozy, hear the rain drops, and for some reason you think life is going to be alright.
You can go home with your someone, cuddle up, hear the pitter-patter and feel safe and comfy inside.
You can be outside and it’s raining, and you don’t have an umbrella and it slides down your face and you lick it and love it.
And it’s November and you are running home and you are wet, you open the door, take off those clothes, sublime.
Jump into hot shower, put on comfy, snuggle on couch, listen to pitter-patter and love life.
Rain is a magical thing
Once I kissed for two hours under it
what a strange, beautiful thing