Monday, March 26, 2007
It has got to do with the morning light or maybe it has got to do with the orangey light from the street lamps. The sight of rain in the early morning is just so beautiful. The sound of the the rain drops pattering on the roof of the bus, the roads and the bus stop shelter, sounded so intimidating at times and yet so strangely calming at others. Most important of all, the scent of the rain has always been so nice. It isn't the sweet scent of flowers but it has its individualistic attractiveness. Kinda like freshly cut grass. It isn't something one gets to smell often. Yet, the irony of all these is that the appreciation has been done from under a shelter. How can one truly appreciate if one does not immerse into it? Will you step into the rain with me the next time it rains? Or will you laugh at my foolishness?
The Origin. 3/26/2007 09:37:00 pm