humidity

summer rain doesn’t feel so sad. it hurtles down so the sky can bear less weight. it is in a vertical hurry, but it still finds the time to shine in at you as it passes outside your window. each drop is a mirror like your own eye, and each considers you (even if for a moment) before rushing up from the asphalt to meet the undersides of soles, or before kissing your bare ankles as pulverized wet.

Published by obsidianfoto

photography and visuals. color, texture, gradients. IG @obsidianfoto

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