I hate the rain.
The sound of it.
Hitting the windows like a million fingers tapping on the glass.
Trying to get in.
Those murderous hands.
Washing away the memory.
Of happiness.
The sky. Dark. Cold. Silent.
Except the sound.
Of those fingers.
And the wind. Chilled.
Blowing away the feeling.
In your cheeks. And in your soul. Heart.
And always the sound.
Of those hands.
Trying to get in.
I hate the rain.
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