Rain: ‘I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me?’ – beck

Some people think, when it rains, the world is coming to an end.  Now, call me Noah, but I just don’t see things like that.  After all, when it rains, your tears are more easily washed away.  There’s always someone other than you who likes to play in puddles.

Sometimes, though, when it rains, it pours.  So, maybe it’s okay to worry that the world might be coming to an end, occasionally.

Of course, all the while, if the world should come to an end, rest assured that it won’t really end unless it ends with you in my arms. Otherwise, a clock somewhere keeps ticking.


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