So the heavens decided to give the celestial dogs a bath and let them shake themselves dry.
Mmm, I can't wait to see the world! Finally! Where am I? Who cares? I'm flying!! *squeals* What's that shadowy sprawl in the distance? Oh hey, fatboy, rushing somewhere? I see, catch you later! What was it that the dust particles told me about... hmm, high-rise buildings? Ooh...what is that...mass of objects on that grey-black strip? O.M.G there are things (people??) ins- *sound of rain droplets hitting the freshly tarred road*
Boredom, traffic jams, long bus-rides home; rainy days enthrall in a very, very curious way.
The sad, short-lived lives of raindrops. Suckas.
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