We grip our own umbrellas instead of holding hands. The soft pattering of the rain is the only sound that passes between us. That's fine. We’ve long known we don't sound familiar anymore. The rain still smells like you, but it's the kind of scent I wish I didn’t know.
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Similar weather and earth movements as NZ ✌️
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XUjAtYQkFm8&pp=ygUYbG9zdCBpbiB0cmFuc2xhdGlvbiByYWlu