I peeped out of the window and watched as the rain dropped. Each drop competing for a place to land. The ground was wet with glittering sparks reflecting the content of its surrounding.

I watched in amazement. The beauty of such weather could not be put into words. The calmness rain brings. The snuggles and the wetness and its abundance.

It has become part of me to stare at falling drops of rain. I love this experience. Rainfall is personal to me. To my childhood. To my siblings. This experience always brings with it a hint of sadness, a drag to the path of my childhood I do not like to remember. (more…)