Walking in The Rain

    Early spring takes rain mostly every day. Trees need it, flowers need it, plants need it, it is also for the man. Though the ground gets wet, you have to take umbrella or raincoat, I still love it.

    I came back home late this evening. The rain went along with me. Not heavy, could be drizzle. There was a long way to bus stop. This time just for me. A chance to smell the rain. But it got heavier later. Fortunately, when I got to bus stop, a bus coming at the same time.

    I was sitting in the bus, looking outside. The raindrop knocked at the window, gave me a graceful rhythm in my mind. After 30 minutes' distance, I arrived at my place. I got off it.

    It became drizzle again. How lovely! Because of the rain, few people were on the street. I passed by St. Sofia Church Square, I found nobody here except me, this is the first time I'm lonely here especially in the rain without an umbrella. I suddenly remembered a piano melody named 'kiss the rain'. I opened my arms, let the rain kiss my body. I turned around in the open air in the rain, freed myself in the lovely rain. Maybe I could listen to the jow. That was the feeling I really want.

    The rain was continuing, the rhythm was playing, my heart was exciting. Where is me? Walking in the rain.