I love the rain. not the misty drizzle-type rain, but the thundering, gushing, fierce rain that leaves everything soaking wet and gives everything a thorough cleaning. That's why i like the rain, because it feels like it can clean anything. right now its washing away the sand and the dirt from our window-panes and our front steps and its cleaning out the despair and worry in my heart. I wish that everytime they made me feel worthless, like nothing and ashamed to be who I am, that it would rain and rain until any memories were washed away.
[i wish everything could be clean again]