I love rains. It makes me feel creative. It makes me happy. Seeing the water splat on my bedroom window and listening to the droplets drumming on the concretes makes me feel something…It’s a kind of feeling that I can’t describe properly. Perhaps, it’s inspirational, or maybe it’s love. I don’t know, but I feel something.
And that’s the best part of a rainy day. You can feel so many emotions at the same time. You can recall and make so many memories.
You can make a cup of hot chocolate and read a good book.
You can write a novel; be it any genre because rain can be incorporated in many and any stories.
I wish rainy days just wouldn’t end.
My imagination reaches its peak when I stare at the unfocused world. At the dark grey clouds and at the abandoning streets.
It’s like the world has come to an end.
As if when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll be the only one awake.
Rains are beautiful. They give you a sense of hope, tragedy and a sense of impossibility and the unseen.
“Poets love rain, you know why?
because it makes them feel lonely,
and that’s when they take out their pen and paper.”