Kiss the Rain
- Amy Frank
- Aug 5
- 1 min read

I just took my recycling out to the curb. After I’d put my boxes down, I went and stood in the middle of the deserted residential road. I reached my arms up to the sky, twirling in the darkness, as the cool summer rain gently kissed my nose and cheeks. For a moment, it felt as if the whole world were there gleefully dancing with me.




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