The humidity covers the many layers of you with dew, for you thrive like a succulent in the wet.
I expand and contract by the rise and fall of the seasons. During the humidity, I expand; in cold weather, I contract.
You thrive, and I contract today; It’s your heaven and my hell.
Then, as if the sky knows who I am, the clouds break, and the cool rain falls onto our skin.

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