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I used to think that she liked the rain simply because it portrayed her sadness on her windows and gave her an empathetic soundtrack to fall asleep to. I used to think it was a grieving pattern that only she could decode. I used to think it was a condolence that got her through the night. Oh, how wrong I was. Because there is not only sad rain, but happy rain. There is old rain and new rain. There is second-hand memory rain and innocent rain. There is dancing rain and stand-still rain. There is warm rain and cold rain. She did not love the rain for its sadness. She didn’t love it only for its one emotion. She loved it for every state of mind it brought on. She loved how it made her feel alive. She loved it because of the vast sea of possible emotions. She loved it all because she was the rain. She danced when she was happy, she cried when she was sad, she did all of these things that only the rain itself could describe with its mimicking actions and /that/ is why she loved the rain.