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Leo Greer Precipitate
Most prefer the sun
and some like gentle rain or snow I think they say that all for show.
I love storms
why would I lie?
Storms let me feel like I can fly or soar. Cutting
through the heavy downpour
I love storms,
sharp rain or snow
wind, lightning, even sand. As long as it's the kind
where you can’t even see your hands. It's energizing, peaceful,
and–
Many people,
in storms, they die
while above the clouds I fly away from what danger others are not fortunate to escape... while the wind shields me, protecting my unrighteous shape. What a coward I am.
