It rained...

It rained ...

Like there was no summer.....ever.

The droplets fell

On the lonely desert rose,

And it smiled...and sang and danced,

To the tune of the first three drops ~

Touching its petals and making it alive.
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.Can rain be love...?

Flow Interrupted......

......since sometime now.

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the need of the hour compromising the soul of the moments.