Droplets of water trickling down the window pane, blending into each other like lovers. Raindrops wet the summer, long awaiting the Rains in thirst. It is time for unions. The thunder is loud, moaning as the clouds attract each other. The lightning is like an ignited desire. The storm brews passionately. The wild wind caresses nature in all its might. Uncontrollable. Raging. The first storm has its own lust for summer. Doesn't it?
~ Suranya
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