rain brings such peace. i can remember, even as a little girl, that rain always had a way of making things clear to me. a lot of pent up emotions were spent rolling around in the heaven-made lake in my front yard, splashing in mud and wiping my hands on my cotton tank top repeatedly though it was never all that good at getting dirt out from underneath my fingernails. a few times i turned my head to the sky and let the drops plink on my thick, red plastic glasses. i smoothed my frizzy half-curled hair with delicate hands attached to heavy arms, silently speaking with god in only the way kids can. as the little frogs peeped away in the distance of a dusky grey sky i counted their hums, thousands becoming a mix of one. part of me wishes i still knew how to be that open to things i couldn't comprehend and the other is thankful i had the ability at all. i guess as we age we just... have to give up those kinds of things, otherwise the magic of children would be lost. it's okay though. i can still hear the peepers peeping, resilient as always. in that i have hope.
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