Rain, there was a time when these black, gloomy clouds used to prod Margarita, but something has changed. She was scanning this beautiful view, appreciating the sight, letting these watery alphabets make a new song in her heart. Samson played his playlist, the atmosphere changed completely.Margarita was enjoying silently, stealing a glance at his face, and asked herself what had changed in a few days. Samson’s eyes were stuck on the road, but his focus was all on her, knowing she was looking at him, knitting something unusual.It’s been an hour, and none of them utter a word. Is it necessary to speak when silence can talk? She quietly looked outside and let everything settle inside her, while Samson never realized when the meaning of the song he had heard a thousand times changed utterly.Long drive, rain, songs, and a beautiful partner were precious moments to preserve, and none of them uttered a word.“It’s beautiful,” Margarita muttered like she wanted him to hear but skipped it;
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