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Frank FB

Rain Drops

It was one of those rare and long-awaited winter days in Dubai when the clouds were rich and generous enough to share the rain with the weary sands which had been burned for months by the ruthless sun.

Equipped with headphones and coffee, Inkognito was sitting musefully by the window of his cozy beach house and bidding farewell to the sunny streetscape as the feisty raindrops were washing away the last strokes of the familiar scenery.

As a joyful surprise and coincidence, a new song by an old friend Frank FB which had arrived just the day before ended up a perfect soundtrack for his dreamy mood.

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