Belle loved the rain since as long as she could remember. When others would don dark coats and rain boots, she walk out in colors of cream, celadon, seafoam, vanilla. Her cloak barely touching the ground and her boots buffed to glow in the foggy rain days. She took comfort in the rain as a long lost friend. Belle knew the beauty of a rainy day remained the pleasure of few people. She felt anyone can love the sunshine, it takes a special person to love the rain.
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Belle is my kind of lady. I love the rain, going outside during it, or cozying up with a good book and the window open <3
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