I love rain. It holds ambiance to which the sun cannot compare.
I love words. They explain all things with truth and fair.
I love music. It expresses all thought with such a mild care.
I love laughter. A rarity I wish with all others to share.
I love amity. A close bond which is truly quite rare.
These things are what I'm made of, these and also tea.
Me: *accidentally runs into chair with vacuum*
*Chair arm pushes power button on vacuum*
Me: "wow chair, you are such a turnoff"
Me: *laughing hysterically*