A daydreamer and a night writer.

Rainy days.

Rainy days are quite delightful for me. I don’t really comprehend why, but there’s just something about the way those little droplets just crash on to a surface. I’m in love with that pattering sound; I gain a source of serenity somehow. It’s just as calming as when I receive an embrace from someone I truly care about. I’d always look at the car window when it was raining. The water combining with the speed of the vehicle would assert the characteristics of the droplets in different ways: racing, striding and brokenly. I’ve always wanted to experience a day where the rain was pouring as if someone broke up with Mother Nature and her tears would just shower from the sky. The careless and blissful me would run, skip, jump in puddles with the attire of being comfortable and just be content with life. No regrets, but to be free… Just like how the droplets fall; freely.