Clouds
Every winter I miss clouds.
At winter the clouds are different, all shapeless and dull. At summer they are everything. (As a little boy I saw God in one.)
One of my my favourite moments with my brother is when we watched a huge thunderstorm dancing over city.
Rain poured down on us until we were soaking wet.
We didn't care.
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When we lived in California, my mom and dad once let the 4 of us stay outside in a rainstorm for hours! The rain was so warm and came down so hard, I actually felt like I was in the shower. Which is probably why I was totally surprised when we finally got inside and she told us to go get in the bath!
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