August rains are a lot like heartbreaks. You
see them coming but you are never ready for them. They both make you
want to hide under the sheets. The bizarre longing for something,
someone is just the same. You know the fall is now inevitable and so are
the dark winter days. However when it's all over, everything shines
brighter and the colors emerge again. And just when you are about to
give up you know it's spring again.
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