{"sf1_id":463264,"sf2_id":"YnLpVwGn","title":"I remember the rain(short story)","author":"Luke_Sukronius","words":227,"posted_at":"2012-11-17T06:12:00.000Z","tags":["Husky"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463264-i-remember-the-rain-short-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLpVwGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d7/bd/d7bdc7b0-6427-43b9-9f0c-cc41044f42aa","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I remember the rain the speckeled spots of my pain, I think of how the rain makes me so happy. I feel when it rains I am one with myself and feel my true self. I have never been so fond of a husky that could look so fine and divine yet even though he was sublime he seemed to be a dying angel. I am you but you're not me for you would never feel like you're being stabbed in the stomach every single day all day. A banquet of such pleasentry makes the feas so ill and filled with a plague of greed. Can you ever think of a time you can remember the rain or will it pass you by like a glance,or is this rain converted into a much greater storm, yourself. I am a husky and quite a theive of time and space, it is almost like having an arms race with something that isn't even a threat. A much greater storm I can't seem to stop is myself, but that white spiral staircase I walk up in my dreams just to reach to a red apple and crush it. Destroying temptation dosn't mean it's no longer there, its a mist that lingers within the air just like everything else such as the stench of death and the smell never ends.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}