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rained a little bit today where i am from, nothing as wonderful as this, still waiting for the inagural three day rain storm that happens at least once a month in the summers.
spring showers ๐ง๏ธ
i love the rain. especially listening to it.
im living the lesbian/pansexual dream. sitting under my veranda, in a rocking chair, listening to the rain on the roof.
pitter patter, pitter patter.
I had the idea for this picture about a week ago and I finally found some time to get to a point where I can call it complete (I know I have been lazy on the background, but I like it that way ๐)
I really enjoyed working with different techniques and even some I've just touched rarely. Moreover, I am really proud of my shading technique, the lighting and the blur ๐คฉ
Hope you like it ๐
late valentines with my girl ottessa and the view of a rainy day ๐ค ๐ง
Forever Rain
I wish it would rain forever So we could always stay together The world grey and blue But I would always have you Never without the quiet pitter patter But there would be no more chatter I wish we were the only ones left aliveย And in the rainfall we would thrive Just you, me and the rain In our little domain I wish the world would drown So you would never frown You would love me forever And we would never part whatsoever That would be so splendid To live in a world suspended
Rain
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Kya khtarnaak baarish ho rhi yaaarrr.....๐๐
Yeh mausam ki barish...
Yeh baarish ka paani...
Yeh paani ki boondein...
Tujhe hi toh dhundein...
Yeh milne ki khwaahish...
Yeh khwaahish purani....
Ho puri tujhi se meri ye kahani...........๐ถ๐
Rainy day pictures
I hate the way I look,
I hate my smile,
I hate the way I talk,
But you loved everything about me
You took all the hate and replaced it with love I never had before
Now I'm left with the essence of your love mixing with my hate not understanding how I could ever let you go
I hate myself more than ever
Would you come play in the rain with me? ๐ฅฐ๐ฆ
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Road stained green,
Wind carries rainโs eager drops,
Illuminated by a passing carโs main beam.
Road stained amber,
Rain hits my locks yet I hide under bus stops,
My heart grows ever damper
Road stained red,
Ceaseless rain hitting all with its cold drops,
I ask myself again, โWhy did I get out of bed?โ
๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ- ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐
"Not everything is about you"
๐ฎ Such a statement, both a pain and and a peace. As you're growing older you realize you're actually not the centre of the universe. You actually now have to stand in the line of topics like just other people. Theres an intense ache inside your chest that now you know theres more like you, more without you. You knew it, but not exactly knew it in a level of accepting it about you unless you've heard it.
But you're blessed in a sense, you're now not the one entirely focused on. You're not the imagery of everything. You're not an idol, a symbol. You're ordinary, with no anxiety of being controversial for whatever you state. You can disappear, be yourself, isolate yourself, because you're one of the crowd, and people accept you as imperfect. People will judge, wonder, but you're not a trending topic. Isn't that less chaotic?๐ฎ
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And suddenly, the splashes of rain smelled like a strange sensation of being everything alright, which I barely trust. The muddy petrichor gave me a deja vu of a life I've lost somewhere here. Perhaps the showerdrops will taste sweet, like childhood, or it may hurt as healing.
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Youโre on my mind all the time, but in the rain, I feel your absence in every drop.๐ฅน๐
Every drop tells a story, every breeze hums a tune ๐ธ๐ฆ
