The heat. The spark. The sun. The park. The dried grass on the ground. The dried leaves blown never been found. The golden sunshine afterlunch, I long it will reach my heart's window pane. And. I will feel alive again.

Checking in my emotions, remembering the former climate. See how this soul breathing in discontent. After realizing the arrival of petrichor and rain, the lost summer is now lingering in my brain.

Maybe the comparison is what makes each season appeal. It makes different season highlight its distinct features. The presence of one, heightens the absence and the memory of the other.

And the absence of one thing, heightens its significance.

But its very absence must also force me to appreciate whatever is present.

Summer I long. And the shower rain makes me appreciate that hot extreme weather. My
gloomy-weather-sweater-weather-blankets-on-shoulder-coffee-blended-with-hard-cover-books-introverted-routine? I left it in my house. I never let myself carry that structured mindset, that cozy system of comfort in my being. Today, I'm out to seize the rain.

Gonna spend outdoors til night time. Let me unwind. Embrace the vibes. The chill. The breeze. From outside. This is the fulfillment of my prayers when I once said:

"Summer is hot. Please bring the rain."
"I'm waiting for a green shower rain. One that tranquils this ever-soaring mind. A shower rain that reminds me to stand still and be soaked. Soaked by the beauty of mindfulness. Sublime."

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