I met you in a storm, where the people were rain. Downpour and soaking wet I saw you fall and slip in a puddle of people. You never were one for rainstorms you didnt like the bittertaste of asphalt or the humid air that plastered your hair to your face after the storm. Lightning cracked way to many jokes that thunder didnt understand, and the grey clouds put a damper on the mood. You didn't like rainstorms- how they popped up unexpectantly and oh how you hated how the trees would droop.
You prefered the sunny days when people were an azure sky that masked unhappy faces that are forced to be happy.
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