Rain
The most gorgeous thing that has bestowed upon us by nature.
How can a simple shower from the sky above have this much soothing effect on one's soul?
There's something very peaceful and magical about watching the tiny droplets descending on earth.
The light drizzle of rain paints the surrounding in the loveliest way. It brings out the hidden beauty of nature, creating a magnificent kaleidoscope of colors. The green seems greener, the wind seems cooler, and everything seems shinier. The rain truly gives life to dead things on earth.
We underestimate the wonders of nature. We are so busy rushing into our lives that we are forgetting to enjoy and admire the simple, yet marvelous things nature has to offer us.
Sometimes all we need is a simple landscape of lush green and wildflowers to bring us out of the melancholic state.
I watch mesmerized as the tiny drops fall against the glass window. The pitter-patter sound makes my lips curve in delight and my heart dances in contentment. I just want to put my hand out and let the icy water touch my skin.
My soul yearns to go outside, to let those shiny pearls of water paint me in their tranquility and to breathe in that freshly earthy scent.
Ever since I was a kid I've been strangely fascinated by the rain. I find comfort in it like no other. My fascination might be because of the strong affiliation of rain that I have with my name.
Apparently, there was heavy rainfall on the day I was born. Mum almost didn't make it to hospital in time with the downpour. But by some miracle she made it just in time for my arrival in this world. And hence my mum ended up naming me Rainn.
Thank my stars that a tsunami didn't hit that day or heaven knows my mother wouldn't have thought twice before naming me Tsunami.
As much as I love rain, my mum on the other hand loathes it.
I've always been an outdoorsy child. And loved playing in the rain. I still do. So, whenever it was raining, I'd sneak out and play till I was drenched completely.
Mum literally had to chain me to bed on rainy days.
My mum almost had a heart attack one time, when I had made a paper boat using my birth certificate. I might have been five or six at that time. She found me just before I was about to drown my boat in a puddle. Safe to say my birth certificate survived and so did I.
My poor mum. I used to trouble her to no end and still she loved me through it all. It's true that a mother's love is unconditional.
"- ley. Ms. McKinley will tell us the answer to the next question", Mrs. Hudson's voice pulls me away from my serene place and brings me back to earth.
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