Resonance on Strings

I am a string, stretched across deep surging resonance

When I first saw the spider web that had invaded the window frame, it was lighted up from the rays of the setting sun. The day was unusually sunny. A rarity because it was June. When the first rains of monsoon arrive, it feels like a good shower after a sultry, balmy day. But then the shower goes on and on and on, until you just want to turn it off. Somehow. And that day, the sun had finally emerged.

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