"Is it going to rain?" I ask myself. I look up to the cloudy sky and raise my hand.
In the dark
And I'm right on the middle mark
I'm just in the tier of everything that rides below the surface
And I watch from a distance seventeen
And I'm short of the others dreams of being golden and on top
It's not what you painted in my head
There's so much there instead of all the colors that I saw
Suddenly, I raindrop fall into my face. It will surely going to rain.
We all are living in a dream,
But life ain't what it seems
Oh everything's a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything's a mess
I put my hands inside the pockets of my grey jacket and still looking up to the crying sky. It's beautiful. Seeing how fast they fall.
But I wanna dream
I wanna dream
Leave me to dream
The raindrops are brave. They aren't afraid of what will happen next after they leap from up above. They are not afraid to die. I'm jealous.
The raindrops start to fall faster and faster. The people around me also do the same.
Why?
Why all of you are afraid of the rain? They just want to kiss us as they bid goodbye.
Rain makes everything beautiful.
Its sound soothes me. Listening to the rhythm of the rain makes me calm.
For me raindrops are the perfect lullaby. Its melody doesn't need translation and can perfectly
reflect on how you truly feel inside. On how have you been through these days.
After a moment, I decided to go as the rain becomes stronger.
While I am walking through a pavement, I passed through a girl wearing a blue whole dress.
She's soaking wet.
Looks angry and frustrated as she dries herself outside a store.
"DAMN RAIN!" she said. It's loud enough to pass through my headset and strike my ears.
I walk back and said "Do not be mad with the rain. It simply does not know how to fall upwards. Upon us all, a little rain must fall."
She looks shocked and bewildered. "Think of it as a confetti from heaven." I added and smile as I ended what I have said and walk away.
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