Pitter patter. 

Pitter patter. The droplets run up the windshield and end up on the car roof and dance joyously. They are free from the grumpy clouds. They have not had the chance to come down and play for days. They must dance like maniac before they evaporate into thin air. #emilaflashfiction

The droplets run up the windshield and end up on the car roof and dance joyously. They are free from the grumpy clouds. They have not had the chance to come down and play for days. They must dance like maniac before they evaporate into thin air. #emilaflashfiction

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