It's finally raining again in Southern California. The first rain of the season.
It seems to me that the first rain after a long break can dredge up such memories! I myself have been dealing in many memories since the rain began yesterday;
First the old memories that still remain strong, such as me and my husband (boyfriend at the time, not sure what now) parked the car at the beach because we insisted on walking thru the rain. The rain quickly turned to sharp sheets of rain that stung our faces and we ran for the car.
Then, later memories of him and of Germany, watching the sky gods collide and shoot lighting at one another, me going out in it for a smoke, me opening the 4th floor window and hanging outside just to make my hair smell like the rain.
Then the recent memories of the rain appear. The memories one has of the last rainy season. I remember staring out of the giant window of the Newport Beach house, watching the rain drops change direction and re-style the shape of the sand. I remember the rain became so hard one night, we were sure the umbrella was going to break thru the window, it never did. I remember walking to the liquor store when all the guys refused... the odd thing about that was this... it was raining heavily, but i always came home dry. I walked where the rain wasnt.
I suppose now is the time to make new memories of the rain.....
Tell me your stories of the rain, please?
It seems to me that the first rain after a long break can dredge up such memories! I myself have been dealing in many memories since the rain began yesterday;
First the old memories that still remain strong, such as me and my husband (boyfriend at the time, not sure what now) parked the car at the beach because we insisted on walking thru the rain. The rain quickly turned to sharp sheets of rain that stung our faces and we ran for the car.
Then, later memories of him and of Germany, watching the sky gods collide and shoot lighting at one another, me going out in it for a smoke, me opening the 4th floor window and hanging outside just to make my hair smell like the rain.
Then the recent memories of the rain appear. The memories one has of the last rainy season. I remember staring out of the giant window of the Newport Beach house, watching the rain drops change direction and re-style the shape of the sand. I remember the rain became so hard one night, we were sure the umbrella was going to break thru the window, it never did. I remember walking to the liquor store when all the guys refused... the odd thing about that was this... it was raining heavily, but i always came home dry. I walked where the rain wasnt.
I suppose now is the time to make new memories of the rain.....
Tell me your stories of the rain, please?
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rad.
then i went into the crew lounge's bathroom and jerked off. thought about the hot slutty looking blonde flight attendant with the massive rack. god how i wished i could have split her down the middle with the mighty oak in my pants.
god i'm horny.
enough with the writing drama. show us more of your bazoombas.
good bad... nostalgia unpoleasant the sensation of the smell of fresh rain is lovely though
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