Rain
The cold blades move down marking their presence over my skin. Some drenched traces as they leave me filled with all the love for this rainy season. There is a void in me which often fills up as the rain sweeps off. Being a perfect pluviophile I let my stories drench themselves in them Those feelings turn effable the moment my thoughts reach out,just like those raindrops, I too shower down all to well
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