Rainscape

 "Live in moments that consume your heart and mind, but be distracted by the music from the leaves, birds, wind rain, sun and people"

- Val Uchendu

As I sit by my window with some espresso and a book, I smell the wet earth and hear all the sound - the roar of mists, whirlwind of downpour pattering against my window, the susurration of leaves and furthermore a serene silence. I partake in that isolation and the harmony that goes with it.

Maybe the sounds are welcoming me to turn into a piece of them. I truly can't avoid myself from going out and getting doused in the downpour. 

Trust me, it is a gala for the eyes to see the nursery in this season. However every one of the plants have green tone because of chlorophyll yet don't have the foggiest idea why in the wake of engrossing downpours every single one of them has various tones of green-from yellowish-green to the most obscure of green, each shade can be particularly seen.Even the typical dried street looks beauteous, absorbed the downpours, sparkling under the yellow street-light outside the house.

It feels awesome to inhale the air tore with wonderful, dewy petrichor alongside the sweet smell of mogra. The smell of this exquisite aroma is hypnotizing! The beads of downpour hit me and instantly the entirety of my day's weariness vapourises, reviving my entire body. 

I close my eyes and attempt to appreciate each drop of it.  As I rainscape, recollections of youth move quickly over my psyche, the puddles and the jumbles and the tea For me the downpours, give us an outside decent shower, yet I feel it likewise sanitizes us from the inside. 

In any event, when I develop more seasoned, I will savor 'downpours' actually like a little five-year-old child.