It's that warm hour when the sky explodes with hues, painting a breathtaking canvas as the sun dips below the horizon. The air is thick with a tropical breeze, and in your hands, you cradle a ripe mango, its flesh bursting with summer's essence. As chilled hop beats drift through the atmosphere, each note harmonizes with the beat of your heart.

A gentle pitter-patter against the window is the only melody that breaks the quiet of the night. The glowers cast a soft light upon the damp asphalt, twisting familiar shapes into something dreamlike. Each drop that grabs a filament of light glistens, creating a countless tiny worlds. The air hums with the gentle sound of the rain, lulling the worl