Each raindrop is a memory.

DROPS OF YOU BY YUSAF KHAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 76

I push up on my toes in my chilly bedroom and peek through the window at the rain. I have always enjoyed the rain, the jarring force as it pounds the concrete street and its playfulness as it bounces on the grass and the trees.

Some people think of rain as gloomy and dark but for me it is a sign o…

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