Do we remember each one of them in the vastness of life?
Or do we keep only ones, ones with a difference. Ones with something special. Memories we keep in mind and revisit when we feel like
it’s time to remember something. So other things can make sense.
And when nothing make sense, maybe it’s good to look outside and watch nature unfolding its treasures. Just un front of our eyes.
They say that green is the color of hope. Green is everywhere these days,. Surely, we miss the sun. But rain is giving us this brightness, these colors, so we can breath in the power of nature revealing itself, blooming.
I am like everybody else, I like the warmth of yellow sparks. But I also love the music of the rain, the scent of it, the freshness, I like being in and out, celebrating with nature, watching kids jumping in puddles, with a bright smile on their faces. I love being with people not scared about it. So we can enjoy and feel free together.
Rain is like magical powder that chase away my deepest fears and pains.
How do you feel about rain? Tell me all about it my friends…