The rain is making me crazy. I understand that we live in Paradise and in order for it to stay so beautiful and lush we must have the rain but I need a reprieve. Once, a long long time ago I was hit by a car, and when it rains it feels like my bones are filled with lead, lead that is made of bees, angry bees that sting and bite (okay, I know bees don't bite, but these are lead made biting bees) and weigh me down. It's rained everyday for a week. I want to snap at the raindrops like a nervous dog.
A Beautiful Book
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