Dreams…

Its like each and every drop has its own significance, meaning, and purpose to fall. It represents the grief, joy, feelings of the people, the happiness and the sad, the good and the bad. Each drop actually is the experience of someone, the problems of someone, the fun, crime, deeds. It contains the gossip of the nature, the truth of the wind, the secret of the mountains, history of the lakes, life for the green, medium for the dust.

I love to run while it rains, as fast as I can, shout to the maximum. Run bare feet on the wet road, the rain drops falling on my naked face, water dripping from my ear, and I can see a droplet falling and forming again and again on my nose tip. I even taste the purity of water while it rains, and only then can tell how the world tastes. But I love it since, now I know what the world is, all the problems, and suffering fall on the ground silently. The joy, the fun, the happiness is spread through this rain. I want to feel it, never want to miss any chance to engrave myself with these. I love the rain as it is, so pure and so true.

Amen.

Satanicenthu.