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A Rainy Way...

 

The scorching sunny day… the sun’s effect lay hard on the ground… which have dried up everything but the human body dripping sweat…

Suddenly… the clouds, have crawled and covered up the whole sky… the gray layer… wherever the eyes can see the sky…

The cool wind blew up… calming down the heat… like a healing effect on the nature through nature that was damaged due to the sun…

The earth has softened… wet and flexible… for the movements and new pavements…

The beauty in the dim light can be felt on the inner self… can be sensed and enjoyed…

Everything that was stiff is now soft… soaked in water, washed… the dust from the leaves that has homed for months…

Everything seems to be new… those fresh water poured high from the sky… washing, the waiting that was for such a day… beyond the limitation and within the control…

Now here comes the question of what to love… these things which are happening… are worth to be done in a certain way… but all other things are worth to be defined…

Where rain is to be loved, and moon is the lover… what it means to be in love… is waiting for rain to stop and the sky to get clear so that moon can be seen…

This love for nature against the nature… where what to love and what to hate… where the only option is to wait…

The love that is the present for one and memories for the other…

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