How does it feel to fall in love with the way rain clouds gather into a darkness that isn’t exactly intimidating but more awe-spiring?
How does the rain’s unrelenting punches feel against your soft skin? How does it feel to be momentarily living in this darkness? Bliss. You’re neither intimidated nor afraid. Instead, you willingly accept the thundering call of the monsoon, as if its cleansing shower could rid you of regrets and hurt.
Why do I try to seek shelter from your comfort? The same way we run away from the slightest sigh of affection from caravan travelers.