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When it rains, I love listening to its sound as it lands on surfaces that, a while ago, were dry. i love it whenever i scan my gaze and everything everywhere brims with quite loneliness and yearning for something i have yet to try. simultaneously, nostalgia overlays the things that once were and occupies my mind. no signal, i hastily romanticize the rain, but more thoughts came to arise. what about the ones making a living soaked by every teardrop of the clouds? the ones conditioned to accept the fate of murky waters rising above their knees —the ones covering their ears because of the clapping and clashing of debris, or the ones shaking from the roars of thunder and flash of lightning.

Come to think of it,
do i only love the rain
because i am indoors?