ıt is raining cats and dogs, likely cleaning my soul, my sorrows I left behind and the fears I just ahead awaiting…
while the land hugs the raindrops, I find myself swallowing ans hearing the smell of the beloved land after their meeting with the drops…
that emotion is sth. making me look deeper to the beauties passing and ignoring the ones needing real neglectments, I feel blossoming flowers in the garden of my heart around the people I put in…
lovely roses around the prophetlike souls, pure daisies around bossom friends and colourful lilies around the family members…
they are all growing with the help of others around me and u, in the outer world, just look…
feel the rain.

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