My unsuccessful attempt of describing what rain does to me
by Khushi
It’s five in the morning and the only thing that could wake me up on this time on such wasteful days, only to feel the most refreshing breeze and watch the myth of a rising sun come true, and it’s the smell of the rain. ❤ I don’t know how there’s something mystical about these …
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