We know the cascade of thoughts and their impacts on our life. Life is terrain, and we all walk through. Every time we breathe, after we’re born, the breathes dissolved in the air tells us to understand that we became one more breathe old. Standing for the first time in our lives, when we did that?? We can’t remember, neither we realize the raindrops which touched us for the first time. How beautiful experience that would be?? A natural shower?? Or mere drops of happiness and calmness?? We know for sure that experience would have been the most exciting. The sonorous smell of drops from the nature might have moved for the first time.

If we’ll observe a small child enjoying the rain we might find out. The small eyes, opening and closing to the weight of drops, the crazy idea of jumping to the small pool of water. The mud, which became so obsolete now, and was so fun in jumping onto them then. A lot of changes in life does brings maturity and the good taste of enjoyment becomes obsolete. However, there are times when we stand to miss those days and the petrichor seems to bring smile on our face. The innocence of smile isn’t common in people, is it??

If we look closely at ourselves, we became what we never supposed to. We stood right, if I may say, but there is a deep seriousness in ourselves, which we all have developed so that people will take us seriously. Seriously. There is a heap of pressure we all possess, and life sucks most of the time but if there is something you can do about it, certainly you can’t most of the time, you just anticipate. So, put a costless smile on your face. Not just to see people but to see ourselves. Observe the person, or a lost child within this structure of flesh and bones.

There isn’t anything wrong in “being me.” The child, what I mean is the same child you see in your oldest picture. We must remember him, because he is you. You can make yourself not to get away with careless approaches of world but your approach of finding newness in every opportunity is inevitable. So, observe the rain like you did for the first time in your life.

The rain of Love

Let it wash,
the old memories,
the hurts and pain,
to blossom again,
in the rain of love.

A me in me,
dying alone,
let it soak,
the mud again,
make me alive,
alive again,
O’, rain of love.