Different and same rain...

 

I have always liked rain. When I was a little girl, I used to stand hours looking through the glass door, enjoying the rain. Someone told me that it’s when the sky is crying. Somehow I believed it’s true and wondered  “ what makes you cry so hard? “. I never know the answer.

Time passes by. I grow up. I still and will always like rain. However not until today did I realize that I haven’t really enjoying the rain like I did in my childhood for a long time. It’s a waste. 

Here I am, looking through the window, really enjoying the rain. The sound of the rain brings the calm in my heart.

Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing really changes but when you look back everything is different. 

It surprised me that to me different places but always same feeling when it comes to rain.