A lot of people are like a soft summer rain. They blow into your life and everything is refreshing and exciting. But eventually the clouds move on and you are left wet and miserable.
A lot of people are like a soft summer rain. They blow into your life and everything is refreshing and exciting. But eventually the clouds move on and you are left wet and miserable.
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I was waiting to hear about rainbows and bluebirds and you gave me “wet and miserable.”
I will never feel the same way about a soft summer rain ever again.
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Welcome to the dark side
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Clever metaphor
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Thank you.
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Yes, some experiences are like that.
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But some are like the sun and moon and will always be there.
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Very true :)
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