#nature stories





The sun peeps out from behind the dark clouds, so does the melancholy show up on her happy face. 
Sun and clouds play hide and seek, her feelings oscillate similarly.
Rain pours down.Flooded with tears,she was too.
Euphoria?Agony?
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Jealous of the union of sky and sea, the clouds thunder in rage.
Little did they realize that the perfect union from afar is a mere illusion.

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