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“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” ― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.”
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
You're all caught up