Best memories I have are within summer rain. People hide and run from it, but I always endure it.
Only in rain I can dance at 2am on an empty street with a stranger I just met, even if I won't meet him ever again.
Have adventures I never thought I will have, in deep woods or on busy city street.
Or I can stand in darkness, letting rain pour over me and wash away all hurt and anger.
I can talk to my muse, even if he wont speak back.
I can cry, and not feel ashamed that I failed again.
I love the summer rain, that is me being true to myself.
When are you true to yourself?
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