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> been walking for hours
> its hot, you are sweatty
> your pack is getting heavier
> Humidity is high
> feels of a lone drop
> slowly the forrest opens its lungs
> quicker and quicker succsessions of heavy drops brush your skin
> the smell of earth, grass and trees envelops everything
> all noise slowly disappears into the everpresent silent rush of heavy rain
> A warm and refreshing feeling covers the body
> slowy but unstoppable everything gets wet
> clothes seem strange and foreign, naked yet fully clothed
> gradually stopping and closing your eyes
> millions of drops touch the face
> the initially strong taste of salty sweat is clenesed away
> overwhelmed senses, no thoughts, existance reduced to the present
> the first rays of the warm summer sun return once again. as the life in the forrest is reborn
Tl:dr Such is life if you are a fag in the woods that likes summer storms
