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It's raining again! It's raining again!
I hate it when a peaceful night is suddenly disturbed by the unimportant sound of rain. I hate where there is a distinctive smell after the rain falls. The sound and smell of the rain always manages to penetrate it. Penetrate memories that I don't want at all.
When the rain comes and wets all layers of the Earth I always remember you, even miss you. It feels like remembering you has become a hobby for me, beautiful images are clearly visible in my mind, I am always happy every time I remember you even though sometimes the pain because of you is also remembered.
The dusk was covered by a dark black fog that formed a dark mass covering the bright blue expanse. Birds scattered without direction. Everything seemed to change. A golden flash colored the darkness of the mass. Until not long after, millions of drops of water spilled and wet this dry land. Rain! That's what happened. It's been a long time since that happened in this place. And it seems like the euphoria of the rainy season has arrived.
"IT TURNS OUT YOU ARE LIKE A RAINBOW, BEAUTIFUL BUT ONLY HALF OF YOUR HEART LOVES ME, UNTIL YOU ARE WILLING TO DROP ME INTO THIS ANGEL, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE TO SURVIVE OR WILL IT END, CLEARLY I WANT YOU TO END OUR BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP... AND I HATE YOU... TAKE THAT EDELWEISS FLOWER AS LIKE YOU WANT, BECAUSE IT IS FOR YOU"
After rain, storm, lightning comes a rainbow
Your powerful voice is so loud and thunderous
Shrilling loudly in the ears of those who hear it
Adding to the noisy atmosphere
As if slapping someone who doesn't dare to come out
The storm blows, and on the great shore
The almost black and cruel sky weighs
Where the grayish flight of the petrels continues
Which makes it still more funeral and more savage
Continuing lightning at the end of the sky, The roar of thunder in response, Stems of rain in the pouring clouds, Fogging up the mist as it rises.
Scattered leaves in a windstorm, Clothed branches by thousands, Shrouded in mist of law, Frightens the heart, shakes the mind,
Let the lightning go by itself
Or the lightning makes way for the presence of a rainbow
July 26, 2024
The storm, with all its power and anxiety, inspires poets to create poems that describe the dynamics of life. Poems about storms often reflect emotional turmoil or conflict within humans. Storms are used as metaphors for challenges or trials in life that require courage to face.
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