With every pearl of rain spatting on the window pane .. my eagerness levels up to get barefoot on the moist grass with rain scattering over me.. piercing through my skin; Me holding your hand and your firm hold being my sole warmth! Is this my love for rains or a part of me is aching for your presence. -Gopika R Krishnan
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