There’s so much that the rain wets.
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
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