i felt the gentle splash of the raindrops landing on my scalp, soaking up the roots of my hair and drenching the tips of my black curls. soon, they began to grow heavier, beyond the carrying capacity of every strand and lock, and finally rolled along the contours of my face down to my chin. they accumulated in strength and consolidated on my skin like stalactites, all ready to fall for the second time. and as they descended, i felt their pain as they hit the concrete pavement on the ground, bringing an abrupt end to their journey.

they lied scattered and still. they looked lonely.

i think they missed their home. they must be waiitng patiently for the calamity to stop and the sun to resume after its break, just so that they can rise to the clouds once again.


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