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I remembered the past days as a cluster of clouds — rarely producing rain, filled with feelings and emotions, always bringing thought-provoking questions. My findings for the enquiries ended up in disorderliness. Whenever I thought of certainty, confusion arose — confusion, inevitable in this mechanical life. For the sake of my undefined life, I buried the asker and the seeker, along with their questions and findings, let them join the clouds. The journey behind the feeling of safeness made me behave mechanically — drifting, hollow, unrained upon. Then today, I got drenched in a dazzling rain. It was the pleasant petrichor that forced me to write the story of my raindrops.
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
My Raindrops
I remembered the past days as a cluster of clouds — rarely producing rain, filled with feelings and emotions, always bringing thought-provoking questions. My findings for the enquiries ended up in disorderliness. Whenever I thought of certainty, confusion arose — confusion, inevitable in this mechanical life. For the sake of my undefined life, I buried the asker and the seeker, along with their questions and findings, let them join the clouds. The journey behind the feeling of safeness made me behave mechanically — drifting, hollow, unrained upon. Then today, I got drenched in a dazzling rain. It was the pleasant petrichor that forced me to write the story of my raindrops.
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Mar 17, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
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