Rain and Umbrella

Umbrellas are so easily forgotten in dark corners. Unless it’s raining or the sun is blazing, they can only wait quietly. Waiting for the warmth of a hand wrapped tightly around them. But when will that warmth truly linger? If you wish to repost this, please credit the author, include the original and repost links, note that it was first published on Jinjiang, and leave me a message. Thank you. Theme: