I don’t know why but I’ve always liked rain. Storms.
Thunder. Lightning.
Give me all and I’m a happy girl.
In the movies, you have scenes where the protagonist – who
likely has just broken up with her boyfriend or found out her boyfriend has a
rare and deadly form of cancer/parasite/disease – sits, hugging her legs to her
chest, on a window seat, gazing soulfully – why must it always be soulfully? –
out the window, where rain droplets streak the glass.
You see, my dirty little secret is that I want to be that
girl – well, I actually don’t mind not having a boyfriend but I DO want to be
that girl, sitting on her window seat (which I’ve never had) just staring out
at the thunderstorm.
You know what? I think I envy her because of her loads of
free time. I mean, if you’re in university, do you really have time to do
nothing but stare out a window, no matter how beautifully rain-washed?
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