Lone Star Mountain that’s a metaphor for my life, and i like taller guys

@Soltero

The rain didn’t last for a day, or two, or four. It’s been a week since the storm, and it was still going strong. There was no escaping. Everywhere he went was just rain, rain, and more rain.

At this point he just wanted to grab some herbs and get the hell out of here. Cupid vaguely recalled some hidden cave full of flora somewhere on the mountains. It was a medic’s paradise. It couldn’t be anywhere near here though. This place was as barren as they come.