By: Cyrus Mahan Rain began its relentless descent at noon, a deluge as if the very belly of the sky had shattered, spilling its contents in an unceasing torrent. The streets, already riddled with potholes, transformed into miniature lakes, their surfaces disturbed only by the incessant drumming of raindrops. It was one of those days... به خواندن ادامه دهید →