Walking in the Rain

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Something kept dropping on my head as I walked hastily forward alone. I looked up to the skies. Slowly and gradually the silver clouds sand and broke. Powdery droplets scattered and showered through the city.

The rain, looked sometimes like needles, sometimes like cotton threads, and mostly in the form of ground pepper, wafted swiftly onto the ground. The soft wind blew not having any similarity with blades, nor a flame. It appeared just as the whirling light beam behind fairies, and the spell dazzling out of wands. The soft wind and the little rain droplets, together with my footsteps, formed a great harmony of silence.

Trees, losing their colour in the dark, shuddered in a lonely way beside a row of tightly closed windows. Birds vanished after some wing-flapping sound, leaving only slight chirps behind their shadows.

The shops that were filled with crowds and laughters before, were now engulfed by darkness and silence. The poet’s on the walls which were once flamboyant and charming, wept with tears of fading colour.

A faint shade of lampposts glittered on and between the copper stones. A couple of glossy water-flow were accumulated at the edges of the street, and seemed to go infinitely. The end of the road was permeated with a vaguely pale green mist, and it left mysteries uncertainty on the long and winding road, to the place of nowhere. 

I splattered through the small puddles, folded up my umbrella and put it back into my bag, letting the wind hug me and the rain kiss my skin.

The wind whispered to me, telling me her stories and brought me the fresh smell of the first grass from the countryside; the rain held and moisturized my dry hand. I lifted my head, and tasted this precious present from heaven.

Out of the dimness, moonlight suddenly showed its face and covered me wit its wide, shiny grin, just the moment when I realised I was out of the heavy, grey clouds.

Where is my loneliness? It must have been blown away by the wind. Where are my worries? They must have been washed away by the rain, and have been left on my previous footprints.