A day in Rain
The roads, lanes and streets look like rivulets, and the entire city magically converted into Venice. The street wears a deserted look. I rarely can find anyone on the road as it was drizzling since morning. Am forced by the Nature to step outside and grabbed my coat to shield myself. The rain dusts my face with tiny pearls. The drops are mystical; they wash through the branches that grasp for the galaxy, and then melt into the damp...
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