When the rains comes💦

When the rain comes it seems that the air has a beautiful power and the trees have huge faith on those airs.
When the rain comes it seems you look at me with the great hope of interaction.
When the rain comes it seems you have a great desire to meet me.
When the rain comes it seems that the life has just started but when it goes the all those expectations goes.
The beautiful year has a beautiful season it's the rainy season and as it starts it gives huge hope to us. ❣

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