Rain at first was my pitch black room, listening to the pitter-patter of it outside my window. It was taking long showers and letting the tears roll down freely, without fear of being asked why... The rain was sitting outside on the porch looking up at the grey sky following the course it takes and thinking about why I cry every night. Rain was stuffing myself with delicious ice-cream because your friend once said it cures depression. It was falling asleep listening to music through my earphones only to be awakened by swollen eyes,

The once thoughts of grey skies have been aroused with the guarantee of a bright rainbow when the storm passes. Tears have come to a halt and no longer the fear of being asked why, but rather the joy of being asked,”Why are you always so happy?”

Rain is what makes flowers bloom and the grass so green. It brings beauty to my eyes as I watch it convert my ordinary street into a breathtaking view. Rain draws my attention as the water droplets form on the car window and watching closely of which one will win the race. The rain has different effects on people depending on their point of view, but to me all is beautiful. Rain itself and all its glory, is vital for human life. And last but not least it represents love and the famous kiss in the rain.