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I sit up right outside my window wondering what life is about. Rain from outside my window drops heavenly. I breath on my window is it fogs up. I though to myself, " I love the rain, but for what reason?". I think it was just that it seems to clear out everything, your mind, your thoughts, your anger. It seems to wash out your soul as you soar into the waterery sky of life and refreshness, the wonderous smell filling your nose. The dew on your skin has a life to pin down those evil thoughts as you just get washed away. And when it turns sunny, Your problems are gone. Rain is magical.