Aneehs Zecarg

The Astounding Truth Behind the Beauty of Rain

So, i found myself in these streets. It happened so fast i couldn't even remember how i got there. But still, i wandered off, ignoring the things that pushed me to take a step back, not even wondering what this would lead, as the cold weather swallowed me. The rain was absolutely wild, i just starred at my glasses, while the raindrops continuously fell, hitting the ground hardly as it could. And suddenly, i started to conceive how people at their young age imagine the rain as much as i did. Like, there was something out there caused all these feelings, like there was something out there crying because of the vicious pain. But it was crazy, the raindrops keep on falling like they were people trying to caught up their falling pieces as they fell into their knees.

As i went deeper at every corner of streets, i met this young lady who immersed me wildly like the rain which kept still. Seeing every pain as it hit the ground while the ghastly judgements of the forceful wind tried to control her direction in life. I was quiet that time like i am seeing the torture while she break even but i was not blind...because she was smiling although she's closed to tears, my friend. As my heart beat faster, still kept it shot. But i observed every sound it made:every regrets,every complain,everything....

And i wonder why cant i switch the paths i would took? Why do i keep on saving this little droplets when all she did was escaped and run off in my hands?

Because i do believe that maybe this rain was just messed up..where the sky would get darker all you can hear was this dead silence while your fears started to outgrow you as you questioned yourself:what i am doing here?

But i am falling in love with this rain unknowingly, i am loving her in the best unusual ways in spite of our difference and her smiles swayed me like "Baby, come with me and be crazy". "Come and just walk beside me". She was something else, she may be crazy, she may be wild in your eyes but the truth is, she's true enough to let it all out, like the rain that blooms every flower that a girl loves to look upon. You just have to look deeper in her eyes the way i did as i look upon every corner of the streets. Don't judge her with a single glance, you never know what the rain could bring. She made me not use any umbrella when all you can do is scream and enjoy these lovely things, as we found sins in our freedom. You would not mind when you got wet although your mom would scold you when you get home because the happiness will only caused you cold,etc.

Well i still love the way her imperfections brought smile in my face. I love knowing her better as i dance throughout the streets. I like loving her although oblivion is bothering her, although the doubts confused her.

Now, would you rather just believe at everything you see? Would you rather use the umbrella and miss the fun? Would you judge and ignore these hidden beauties?

The beauty of my Aneehs Zecarg.