Fragment: Rain
The gentleness of rain was in the wind.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The gentleness of rain was in the wind.
Imagine standing outside on a gray, wind-touched day, just before any drops have fallen. That’s the moment Shelley captures here. The wind isn’t just moving air; it holds the memory or the hint of rain’s gentleness, as if the softness of what’s to come is already brushing against your skin.
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