I Can Feel the Raindrops
Each one is as unique as can be.
I wonder if raindrops ever get lonely. They fall through the sky, hit the ground, and spread out.
They're surrounded by one another, but are they together? Do they think of themselves as part of a whole? Do they think themselves separate beings?
I don't think they're part of a whole. I don't think that at all.
People think of my school as a whole. "They like school more than friends." I hear it all the time.
I know the ones they speak of; they make up about one fiftieth of the student body.
I guess none of us are "different" enough to be given a chance.
So, for now, I'll regard each raindrop as something I wish to be thought of as.
Each raindrop will be… an individual.
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I looked up, the raindrops on a leaf along the context clearly falling down from the tip, impartial, happens to fall on this hole,
I see through this hole in the trance of mystery.
Dishuichuanshi, should be so be it.
I sigh to: This is really a small drop in the sculptor of nature. At the same time, I saw this little drop of spirit.
Some may drop laments the life is not long, it will touch the pieces on the rocks. Yes, it is broken, but with this ticking sound, but by virtue of his own strength, his perseverance, left on the stone, eternal traces.
In the course of history. Our lives are like little drops of water is generally short, but some people like small drops of water, like hard work, with their outstanding achievements in the stone shed on the eternal traces
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I had been brought up with a phobia for rain. My parents had made it clear that if I got wet in the rain, I would die for sure. I had always thought of rain as an enemy. Even when I learnt about the life giving water cycle, I did not see rain as the great boon it was. After learning about the water cycle.
I accepted rain as a fact of
I wonder if raindrops ever get lonely. They fall through the sky, hit the ground, and spread out.
They're surrounded by one another, but are they together? Do they think of themselves as part of a whole? Do they think themselves separate beings?
I don't think they're part of a whole. I don't think that at all.
People think of my school as a whole. "They like school more than friends." I hear it all the time.
I know the ones they speak of; they make up about one fiftieth of the student body.
I guess none of us are "different" enough to be given a chance.
So, for now, I'll regard each raindrop as something I wish to be thought of as.
Each raindrop will be… an individual.
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I looked up, the raindrops on a leaf along the context clearly falling down from the tip, impartial, happens to fall on this hole,
I see through this hole in the trance of mystery.
Dishuichuanshi, should be so be it.
I sigh to: This is really a small drop in the sculptor of nature. At the same time, I saw this little drop of spirit.
Some may drop laments the life is not long, it will touch the pieces on the rocks. Yes, it is broken, but with this ticking sound, but by virtue of his own strength, his perseverance, left on the stone, eternal traces.
In the course of history. Our lives are like little drops of water is generally short, but some people like small drops of water, like hard work, with their outstanding achievements in the stone shed on the eternal traces
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I had been brought up with a phobia for rain. My parents had made it clear that if I got wet in the rain, I would die for sure. I had always thought of rain as an enemy. Even when I learnt about the life giving water cycle, I did not see rain as the great boon it was. After learning about the water cycle.
I accepted rain as a fact of