Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Hold Onto Sixteen as Long as You Can

I still love listening to it rain. 

I love when it rains in the south though. NY ruined me for rain. In the south, you have sweet afternoon rainstorms, and you can walk outside and the wet concrete is still warm under your feet, and everything is just sort of dripping, and it's a southland paridise. Not like the rainforest, there isn't enough vegitation down here, and it smells like woods, not like forest. I think there is a difference. I've missed the South. Everything about it.

Especially the rain.

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