Contest : Let It Rain
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date posted : January 20, 2026
Rain diffuses mystically the edges of distance, while the slant drop arrays slice the silence, thread the window pane with trembling lines, I sense subtly sketch dripping lattice on my palm I trace on the fog-filmed glass with my fingers. The moist ground exhales the scent of petrichor, the smoky smell drifts through rain-splashed air. Outside, everything is splattered, washed clean, inside, tenderly touched, I feel it all, slowly softened.
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