A storm came today, and I got caught in it. It was not at all how I imagined it would be, or rather, not how I imagined it would not be. It was, contrary to my predictions, reminiscent of some sort of romance, or a sense of free abandon. The drops came in formidable sizes, each announcing its right to be reckoned with by a righteous splatter on my arm. Soon, uncovered skin becomes coated by glistening sheets of running water, the feet slip in and out of flimsy flip-flops, and pit-pattering footsteps push past with no apologies in their quest for shelter. And the rain just keeps on making its point.
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