Rain gently falls like teardrops from heaven wanting to cleanse the earth with her comforting touch mixing with the breeze, her rhythm whispering to the trees, asking for a dance.
Rain is a cool treat on lazy afternoons in the meadows. The downpour decrees silence as every creature scampers for shelter with the coming rainfall. Then after a while, everyone welcomes the refreshing shower as the sun comes up to meet the powdery drizzle that forms a bridge of many colors across the sky. And the birds sing in baffling choruses.
I love the rain. It reminds me of a wishful childhood, a beautiful carefree world where nature was as close as the air I breathed.
The rain brings me back pleasant memories of peace and innocence, and memories of youth and true love which are sure to unfold every time I look at the rain from the window. The screen in my mind always makes me happy and nostalgic about the past that I wish to re-live. I miss the birds, the trees, the grasses, the flowers and the smell of the breeze that were once part of my rainy sight.
I loved to see the peace in every creature sheltering by the trees as the rain was falling. I loved the rhythm of the diminishing rain falling above the leaves for it gave me a poetic melancholic feeling I can not understand. I loved the touch of the dewdrops on the leaves falling upon me as I passed by walking in amazement to the joy and beauty of the world around me.
I love the rain. It sets my spirit free.
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