It's 11:25 PM here, in our pretty house, in my warm room, on a Tuesday night. I have school in the morning which I'm not in the least prepared for, and my weeks are getting busier by the days.
But right here, right now, I'm not busy.
Right here, right now, I get to spend my time how I wish curled up in my warm, loving bed, listening to the rain as it falls against the house at the speed the violent winds choose to carry it.
I love rainy nights. I love the rain. I love the way it hits the window and the sound it makes. I love the wet kisses and gentle songs rain whispers.
Rain, to me, symbolizes freedom. As the water gets it's chance to burst from the sky, it's gaining freedom.
Maybe that's why I love the rain.
I turn 15 in five days... That's hard for me to believe. I didn't ever think I would be who I am now when I was little. Didn't dare to believe I could be this content, this busy, or love life this much.
The days get longer with every passing day; always more events to do, my time forever being stolen by those loved ones and fun events around me.
But now, here in the dark, listening to the rain, the night is mine.
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