For that was a very special sort of love, she realised-love given back to one who loved you; that love was like the first rain, the longed-for rain, which washed away the pain and sadness of the world so that you forgot that those things had ever been there.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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In the narrative, the protagonist reflects on a profound type of love, recognizing its transformative power. This love is reciprocal, provided in return to someone who holds deep feelings for you. It evokes a sense of renewal, similar to the refreshing arrival of rain that nourishes the earth and brings relief from suffering.

This metaphor illustrates how such love can erase past pains and sorrows, allowing individuals to momentarily forget their struggles. The essence of this love offers a respite, reminiscent of a long-awaited rain that rejuvenates both the soul and the spirit, leading to a newfound clarity and joy.

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