I woke up this morning and saw one of my favorite things, the rain. Living in LA it's rare, but I love when it beads on the glass and you can see the blur of city lights! "It rained the last day I saw her and I found myself facing the window as I stared vacantly at the patterns made by raindrops upon the glass. Tears from the corners of my eyes found their way into the creases and slowly ran down over my cheeks as they mimicked the rain. I could see the faint reflection of my image in the glass as I watched the rain became tears and my tears became rain..."
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