“Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain, Unravelled from the tumbling main...”

 

What is it about raindrops on a windowpane that is so pleasing to the eye? Tiny circles of water splattering on an ordinary window. Yet, the clarity of them makes the whole world on the opposite end a blurry vision. There is the whistling of the winds, the swirling of the fallen leaves, the splash of the puddles, the tip-taps of the fall boots, and the neon colors of the umbrellas. Yet the drops of silver aqua, as soundless as ever take away the attention from all other aspects of the season, as if they have something far better, far more mystic to offer. In each splattering droplet there is a sort of hope. A hope that if today is grey tomorrow may not be. If today bears a suppressing hurdle of clouds, tomorrow may bring a line of magical colors stretching beyond the horizon. If today is a depreciation of rain, tomorrow maybe the appreciation of sun.

They say: “when it snows you have two choices: You can shovel, or you can make snow angels”. But when it rains, its best to just…let it rain. Liberate yourself of all the hardships which rob you of your tranquility and let it all wash away.

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Hope you all are doing good. :)

 

Yours Truly x

 

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Title: Quote by Thomas Lovell Beddoes