Saturday, July 25, 2020

Questions- What else is possible?

I looked at the window watching the water drops plop on the floor. It's raining. It's raining heavily. Every building got its color changed by the water. Every building dipped in water. Every building got its part of rainfall. The dark clouds took over the sky. No hills are at sight. I looked up at all the terraces and noticed two kids enjoying the rain. They were dancing in the rain. They were running, playing in the rain. 

I smiled and I remembered all the times I spent in the rain. Remembered, recalled best memories. The smile was set on my face. 

"Did I decide that getting drenched in the rain is bad? What else did I decide in my life unknowingly?"

I did not look for an answer because, for the next thirty minutes, I was busy enjoying my walks in rain. 





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