More Rain
"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain"
So why does the plain rain down on Spain? Instead of going to the desert, the desert came here.
They say it only rains three times a year. Either they can't count, or they have a different understanding of the word rain. But yesterday it rained.
It rained dirt. It rained sand.
It rained blood.
Blood from the deserts of Sahara.
It doesn't matter if the wound travels to another location, the effect will still be the same.
It will hurt.
It will bleed.
The world is one and we are one. Distances don't matter. When the world hurts, we hurt. When the world bleeds, we bleed.
What happens in the desert, happens here.
That means that you don't have to be plain like the desert.
You don't have to rain like the sky.
You don't have to bleed like yesterday.
The world does that for you.
You don't have to do it as well.
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