I like it when wind blows in my face, playing with my hair, and the rain pours on me, making me wet. I like humming while walking in the rain. And I like to be alone, because there aren't a lot of people who like getting wet, and I really don't want to have reputation of psycho. Sometimes people don't accept other people for who they are. There are some unwritten standards about what person should be like - how to look, how to dress, how to talk... And those normal people don't give a damn why you are different, they don't listen to your reasons, they don't want to know something new, because they are afraid. Afraid of becoming different and standing out of the crowd. I was once afraid of that too. But pouring rain took away the last of my doubts. I just stepped inside and started singing, not caring about anybody else. Because I love walking in rain, with wing blowing in my face, humming my fave tunes...

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