As I sit, watching the rain trickle down my window. I stare out at the grey canvas, dreaming about the world out there. I write a story all about rain, showing the pain, anger and heart-braking. As the rain pours down, I stare into the clouds, wondering about the world out there. Then the sun pierces through the cotton clouds, and creates a whole new atmosphere. As the world brightens up, I begin to smile. I know I'm smiling, and this small space is brightening up by this beautiful thing, but I know, out there in the world, it's still raining, either physically or metaphorically. But I still sit there, watching the light bounce off the cars, creating the most beautiful atmosphere. Ever.
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