The rain had flooded the streets,
Erased differences between sand and sea,
Closed down schools and colleges.
It had done that.
And then there was us.
Drenched. Soaking from head to toe.
'I am knee deep in love with you'
I laughed.
You always said just the right thing...

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Echo of Thoughts
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