00:00. It poured.
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| The cinematic clash of elements: Fire on ice |
That is what I scribbled into my journal entries. After weeks of being absolutely roasted by the summer heatwave—a chaotic experience I recently vented about right here—I had essentially transformed into a full-time weather reporter, ready to share my eureka moments with the masses. Finally getting this rain felt like receiving an early Christmas gift, or hearing a beautiful song written entirely in your name. It was a daydream that never ends.
It was so intensely expected that when the sky poured down the drops, it was the ultimate "speak of the devil" moment.