It is raining! A summer rain to quench the thirst of the tired leaves and then to penetrate deep unto the hot soil! The air has the fragrance of the soil and I remain here trying to perceive it to the deepest.
When the tender branches dance under the shower, my beloved, why do I feel my tired body immobile? ! When the wet soil seeks a blanket to cover its warmth, my dear, why do I feel sweat creeping through my forehead!
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