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Cloud-Rain.

A word that feels like the sky shedding a feeling it cannot quite decide on.
Not heavy enough to become real rain, yet too full to remain only as clouds.

It’s the kind of rain that doesn’t make you take out an umbrella,
but still makes you glance out the window one more time.
So quiet that you only realize you’re wet after it has already touched you.

In terms of the heart, moments like these.
Days when you can’t really say you’re hurting, yet it isn’t nothing either.
Too ambiguous to call it sadness, yet too heavy to simply call it “fine.”

That’s why cloud-rain resembles what comes after crying, rather than the moment before it.
After everything has poured out, the emotions that remain seem to fall from the sky.

If today feels like that kind of day, you don’t have to force the sky to clear.
Cloud-rain always stops soon enough,
and when it does, the air left behind is always a little softer.