I miss the water and the rain. Yes, it was destructive, but it was also so beautiful and it felt so right. It was home.
I remember standing underneath overhangs on cycles where I woke up too soon, and came outside to the rain still beating down. The smell of it was everywhere and it was beautiful. I remember swimming through the deep dark places forgotten by the rest of the world, and breaking the surface to feel the cold and the snow against my skin. I remember the way water would collect in all the little divots, the way the last remnants of rain would drip from the ceilings, the way the ocean was always comfortably warm and safe around me. I remember, I remember, I remember-
He called me "wet mouse".
She called me "water dancer".
Both were right, I think, in different ways. I miss the water. I miss the rain.
- Rivulet (Rain World) #🌌☀️
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