There is always something romantic about standing under an umbrella in the rain.
Its melancholy, as if the world is crying, but they are tears that are enriching, they embrace you in the very place you are standing and hold you tight.
It is a warm jacket in your cone of stillness, allowing the whole world to glisten before your very eyes.
Sprinkle of dew from the clouds. Life dripping from the sky above.
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