The rain smells familiar, like a father holding a sick child, comforting. The coolness of the water, gently moisting my hair and skin, washing my sins away.
Like all others, there are aspects of me that I wish were not there, aspects of my personality, of my mannerism. So much negativity.
I enjoy the washing away of my faults and sins in the spring rain, the wishing of a fresh beginning. The ending of the cold winter, the nutrients that God bestows on us in the manner of alittle rain.
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