Life was what you made it, or so the saying goes. If you were feeling blue, or grey, if there were clouds that carried rain, it was up to you to pick up the umbrella and dance. To make patterns out of the raindrops or prance into the puddles with glee. To hear the music in the sound of the pitter patter on the roof or get the popcorn when the lightning shows. And when the sun comes out again, you have to enjoy it as long as you can. For should a light go out one day, there's always a chance the dark will stay.
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