I see caliginous clouds forming, light rays dissipating, and they harbinger the falling of rain in the offing. Such phenomenon would inevitably be ‘the caĺl of nature’, yet my heart’s wondering if my sweetie would be drenched from head to toe. The thought of it cringes my heart so agonisingly for no text messages nor phone calls could reach her to make a check of concern; all on the grounds of a meeting undisturbed. What a pain of dilemma!
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