I love the feeling of rain.
I love how cold it can get because of it.
I love hearing its silent whispers outside my window.
And as if seemingly humming a lullaby,
like strings in a puppet, you find yourself rolled inside your sheets,
tulog.
Oh ulan.
breezy - forget all those stones in the path, stay put, and rest for a while.
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