Far far out in the Atlantic, a mass of clouds and rain moves westward and begins to spin thanks to the Coriolis Effect. Even though the destructive power of hurricanes is horrific on a personal scale, as they begin to wind down - the massive amount of slow rainfall is just unbelievable. I think I know why I love the rain so much - at least one reason.
When it rains, plans get changed. Back up ideas come into play more easily. Opportunities to spend meaningful time together with people you love get pushed up...and that harmonious sound of the falling precipitation on the roof of where you happen to be just lulls your souls into a deep slumber away from worry and care.
You know what feels better than the most amazing love? Getting a second chance to find it again - after you thought you lost it - for anyone - whether agape, philia, eros, storge, or whatever YOU want to call it. Getting a second chance captures imagination - since it rarely happens.
Hope springs eternal...
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