Love in the Rain
Once we met cloud kiss the sky,
Raindrops falling, you and I.
Without umbrella, only your hand,
Going slowly to close, like fate had planned.
Laughter spilled like water streams,
Washing away forgotten dreams.
Your eyes lit up the stormy gray,
As if the clouds had cleared away.
Since that kiss, I've always known—
Rain feels warm when you're not alone.
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Ali Asad Ullah
Ali Asad Ullah creates clear, engaging content on technology, AI, gaming, and education. Passionate about simplifying complex ideas, he inspires readers through storytelling and strategic insights. Always learning and sharing knowledge.
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