Don’t you just love everything after the rain? The way the road looks, the cool breeze, the smell of the soil, walking on wet grass barefoot, splashing water from puddles, the crickets sound as if they’re chirping for the first time. Seeing someone’s ceiling fan through their open window makes me wonder if below it there’s a family of two kids listening to bedtime stories. Isn’t it good to find reasons to thank God for making you human? I want to know how the nature is so effortlessly itself. Even when it changes it doesn’t seem to be faking it. Who else out there loves the rain so much that they jump during the storm because it’s gonna rain instead of worrying about the dirt and dust?
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