“Spring; I fell for a boy who loved the rain every time he saw the sky’s tears he would run out and stand in the middle of the street so i would chase him and then complain because the rain was messing up my hair or my outfit and he would always say “That’s because you aren’t feeling the rain all you’re doing is getting wet” When spring left he left too and i wept like the sky did hoping he would come back to feel the rain again.”