The memoir of a different umbrella

She would stretch up perfectly on a sunny day and play with the tiny white almond drops which would shine prettier than diamonds.

She would smell the drops ever so carefully as they locked the sweet scent of first rainfall of the season.

She would caress the skin of the drops which deeply reminded her of the lover’s tender kiss.

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