There's something to be said about rains in winters, like having boiling water poured over you while you sit getting engulfed in flames.
An ode to dewy petals of water then, ones that come uninvited, wetting the cold; permeating frigid air with humidity.
Something akin an icy hamam.. or kissing something dank with a clammy skin and sodden breath and the impending gloom it brings.
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