Beauty of the rain

As I write this…rain beats my house’s rooftop. Gently and rhythmically though. In a way I like.

Rain is quite therapeutic in ways I still can’t comprehend.That night after my first breakup, I remember walking in the rain. All my thoughts dulled. The world around me shut out. I couldn’t hear the hooting buses, the touts shouting or even the chirping crickets of the night. I later got a really bad cold folks.

Fast forward to tonight…I wish I had a Nikon camera. One I’d use to capture the racing streams of droplets on my window. One to capture this beautiful view of blurry lights and droplets falling from a tree under the street light. I’m madly in love with photography.

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Amazing aren’t they?Amazing as you are.