Don't get me wrong: I love summers as much as everyone else - and share its angst as much as others do.
But rainy days hold so many memories for me, some of which I am grateful to still remember. And it also holds so much meaning to me, probably a by products of all those sweet, melancholic collective of introspective moments I spent out in the rain.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
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