When Time Hold Its Breathe

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"𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋"



"The rain is all around. It falls on everything,
It falls on everything. The trees. The fields.
It falls on me. It falls on you."

                                                                       — Robert Creeley

                                                                       — Robert Creeley

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The sky is a heavy canvas of dark, thick clouds, blanketing the world in soft gray. 

There is no sign of the sun, only the muted, gentle glow of the streetlights reflecting off the slick, wet pavement.

The clouds hang low, pressing down on the city, creating a sense of stillness in the air. It's as if the sky is holding its breath before letting the rain pour down, unleashing a sense of release and renewal.

The rain is soft but steady at first, almost like a whisper, falling in delicate sheets that coat everything in a fine mist.


As it picks up in intensity, the droplets become larger and heavier, coming down in rhythmic beats, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic sound. 

The sound of the rain hitting the pavement is a soft, continuous patter, punctuated by the occasional splash as it lands in puddles that have begun to form along the curb.

There's a slight breeze in the air that causes the rain to fall at an angle, making it feel as though the city is wrapped in a fine veil of water. 


The street is quiet, almost eerily so, as if the rain has erased the usual noise of the city. 

The world feels cocooned in this bubble of rain and mist, with only the occasional distant hum of cars or the sound of an umbrella opening or closing breaking the stillness.

The usual clamor of life seems to pause, allowing the present moment to stretch out and linger.

In this quiet, rain-soaked world, the light from the street lamps becomes diffused, casting a soft, golden glow that reflects off the wet ground, making everything look like it's been touched by a dream.


The rain turns the ordinary city street into something otherworldly—like a place between reality and fantasy where anything, including love at first sight, can happen.

The rain falls in thick, powerful sheets, drenching everything in its path. The droplets are large and relentless, coming down with a force that stings the skin but also feels invigorating.

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