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The grey skies were familliar to her, and comforted her as she walked around her neighborhood.

Eyes closed, senses awakened she tried to feel her way around the block.
But as a raindrop hit her face, she flinched, chilled by its coldness.
She opened her eyes and looked around; the one raindrop that had fallen had become two...three...four, and then without much warning, it poured.

But she was unfazed.
Here, it rained all the time. Here the sky was always grey.
But here, was home; and she liked it that way.

Looking around, she could see the beautiful leaves darken in color; and if she listened closely, she could hear the stream rushing faster, from it's spot up the hill, and behind the trees.

It was moments like these, she felt alive. As if God in heaven had just put her on earth, and she was experiencing it for the very first time.

It was moments like these that she did not feel alone.
although, there was a thought in the very, very back of her head :

"I wish someone were here to hold me."