↪A combination of rain and nostalgia

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❝ drizzle ❞

i pray these wild winds to reach those places where i used to be. coming with deafening silence, once taking a monstrous form, unstoppable in its purest form. uprooting trees like my uprooted self. sweeping powdery dust around, filling every space which are void, accompanied by bittersweet tears from the sky. adorning black clouds which will come and go like, every single thing which knocked my bolted door with a thunderous sound. spraying lovely drizzle on to my soul, leaving with a taste of their handprints. i pray these sorts of days to arrive often in coming years.

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