My colleagues have been complaining non-stop about the rain. My ex is probably complaining about the rain to whoever will listen to him. But I just don't want to hear it. I don't want to think about my ex's complaints.
The rain washes away my tears. It cleanses. It makes me slow down as I leave my scooter at home and commute by foot. It brings out the robins that are now flocking as they prepare to migrate. It steadies my heartbeat as I listen to it beat against the windows. It provides cover when I reach my break point and nourishes me to get back up when I'm ready.
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