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Ok so here's mine Short and mysterious :) But I don't have much time, sorry guys.
The rain crumbles like a cookie in my hand. What happened to the sleek wet drops I remembered from my younger years? It no longer holds a sweet scent that used to send me out dancing in the middle of the woods. Its lost all smell completely!
The rain I read about in my books at night- that's what I miss. The humid drops cascading down refreshing the soil bringing life with it. The pretty vibrant flowers, the lush green grass...
All that remains are wet crumbs...the sky sheds burnt dried tears. This is our fault. I know that in the very depths of my sorrow filled heart. WE did this, it was our fairy dust when we evolved that created crumbs out of water, like mud in the sand.With out the fulfilling life liquid, my wings hang in their mournful frown.