its raining.
its getting heavier, and heavier. but not only is it raining little raindrops of water, its raining pretty delicate yellow petals outside my window. the sound of rain hitting the ground in a sort of rustling noise fills my room. the people at the swimming pool rush to find shelter, away from the unforgiving rain. sometimes i wonder, why people run away from rain. is being dry so necessary? maybe people are reluctant to experience things outside their comfort zone, unwilling to try new things or just to discover something else other than the routine of life?
the rain becomes lighter. the petals are gone. instead, they are replaced by thin needle-like shards of clear cyrstal. a leaf falls from the above. then another. and yet another. and the rain slowly but steadily starts to increase its velocity once again. three children run, screaming and laughing, not away from the rain, but embracing the rain, splashing in the swimming pool. funny how many things change when we grow older. we grow more self-conscious, more reserved, less unflinching in our beliefs, less innocent and less fearless. sometimes we give children less credit than they deserve.
the rain stops.
but not for long. once again its almost a torrential downpour. how mercurial and volatile changes in nature are. but then again, aren't most things in life unpredictable and changing? you decide.
:3:53 PM: :sugah~plum
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