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Category: Writing and Poetry
I love the rain. It reminds me of when I was 8. I would outside and splash in puddles until my socks were soaked and it looked like I was in the bath for hours. My mother would send me off upstairs to dry off. Once I was done, there would be a warm glass of milk waiting for me on the kitchen counter. I'd always drink it pretty fast, since I was so hungry and thirsty after fooling around. My mother... » Continue Reading