The rain is mysterious and enchanting, finding a way to cleanse my soul as though it is a seed I am planting. Touching my skin with wetness and teaching my flesh to feel empowered, a feeling so intoxicating similar to the smell of my favorite flower. My mind set free to the simplicity of every drop that falls, it is as though the rain could know my yearnings and the feelings that it can cause.
Showing me with every bit of water that lingers to different places of my skin, that passion is real and can not just be felt from the outside but also deeply within. The rain is so sure of each place it is destined to fall, that it is marvelous how it goes from covering big places to also small. As the rain embraces my lips, it is almost equivalent to the first time Dante wrapped his hands around my hips.
Then as the rain cleanses my soul, I feel everything around become like my whole.
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