When rain is ❤.
Maybe, somethings aren't meant to be told, they are to be felt. Felt with your soul, and not your heart.
One such thing is this rain.
When it falls, it cleanses your soul, the dirt deep inside.
It makes you feel loved, without reasons. You too get drenched in its love forming a perfect bond, where one agonizes, and the other cries.
Maybe, it's the conspiracy of this heaven to make us unite again.
Cause now, this separation seems death to both of us.
The death of our feelings.
The death of our souls.
The death of our own world.