I don’t understand why some people were bothered by rain. If I had been six years old again, I might have dropped everything and run around, screaming at the top of my lungs. I used to have this foolish notion in my head that whenever it rain, all my troubles would be washed away with it. That's why I liked the rain so much. If only I could go outside and play with rain, I definitely would. Ahh, good times. :)
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