Oh, what a magnificent and fascinating. I sit near my window looking at the mountains and the clouds. The clouds passing by as if they are kissing the cheeks of the mountain, it’s drizzling sometimes and it’s raining sometimes! The sky is splashing its love on the thirsty ground. The ground which was waiting and waiting long for its love to fall on her all around.
When the splashing rain falls to the grasses, the trees and the plants are dancing to the symphony of raindrops. Every drop from the sky is so gratifying for the ground. I feel like tapping my feet to the tunes of raindrops. I want to reach my arms and take those dazzling drops of rain on my face and let the rain drench my soul to reap the peace. The tone of the raindrops is inviting me to embrace.
To unleash to the rain and conceal it within myself; Conceal myself to be myself again. The person who unnerved about anything but just keeps super cool. Nevertheless, that me is just buried inside because times have changed and I changed to be a person I have never been before. I could just see and enjoy me and sense inside the bygone me. Yes, the climate is so magnificent and fascinating that I cannot think of anything else but memories of the reminiscences of older me.
