One day in the evening

The sky said said omens of rain. Not when there was not even the slightest hint of wind blowing around. After a while heavy rain came near with a shriek. That day I came out with a cup of hot coffee and stared at the rain because I felt like my mind was full of something unspeakable sadness.💦💧

Water gushes along the roof. The same voice in the whole environment . I saw a beauty mixed with its loneliness. Larger and smaller trees may feel better over time. And to the ground I felt the same way. The water drops fall to a strange tune. Drops of the water from the sky approach the ground with a spiraling dance. Like little children waiting for their mother to go some where.💦

Suddenly there is a loud roar and lightning. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It was as if the sky had suddenly dropped to the point where he could no longer carry a heavy load on his head. I was sitting on the bench on the porch and my legs got wet from the cold. I did not feel it because I was enjoying a cup of coffee. I still remember playing in the rain with friends when I was little. I feel that time is beautiful now because that experience added the sweetest experience to life.😊💗

But now time has passed. This is my fourth year out of the village and in a boarding house in the city. After spending time playing as children we have now become responsible people . Unexpected things happen and we are on a journey alone in life. 💬❤

This time I thought our lives were like sky.

Bright at one time , dark at another.

Calm at times , heavy rain at times.

Some times the sun hides and sometimes flow.

Hiding the sun at times , giving frost at times.

We have to go our own way , even in storms.💛