honeymonster | impulse

I don't know what it is, I really don't. When I woke up in the afternoon it was raining very hard. And it just fascinated me. The thunder, the force of the rain, everything. As soon as I could, I went out on the back porch to watch it. I kept edging closer and closer to the grass. I think if it wasn't for the metal pin in my leg and lightning thoughts, I would have gone out there and let it drench me. It was over too fast. The rain was beautiful.

But I've almost always hated rain.

What's going on?

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