when Rain Falls
In this rain, I find myself falling— for the quiet art of self-love. Step into the downpour, let it soak through your skin. Feel the cold, the shiver, the way nature whispers in its scent— raw, untouched, eternal. Walk a little, listen closely— the rain doesn’t just fall; it embraces, it lingers, it carries a love only the soul can understand.
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