The Rainy Morning

May. 25, 17

It wasn’t just any ordinary rainy day with the cliché gray clouds hovering over the sun and the vigorous-swift windshields of cars swiping the wet streams away. The weather IMG_5915was different that day. Like I said, it wasn’t just some raindrops layering the grass and pavement. It was the type of episode that made your feet dangle off your bed in the morning that day and sway along to the rhythm of the drops upon the open windowsills.

You would wake up to the sounds of the raindrops nurturing the greens, with the wet earth smell that brings tranquility and nostalgia to your senses. The wind rustling the bushy spring trees make your ears yearn for more melody. Your bare feet touching the shaggy wet green grass and tickling your damped toes.

It was that type of weather.

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