THE RAIN

      Its power, its intensity, its purity, its strength, its fragility… an interesting way to ignore the beauty is to be such ignorant to understand it, to contain its live. There’s nothing as beautiful and powerful as rain.

   Full skies dropping their tears around the world, and all we are able to see is an annoying wet nature phenomenon that cannot let our routines go on as normally. How selfish we are sometimes… Plants need it, animals need it, the whole world needs it, but all we can do is to complain about it.

   It’s a pity that just very few people can admire it, can stop their busy lifes and find the time to  look up to the dark clouds and hear them roar.

   There’s something mysterious and wild deep in the rain, something magical and captivating that make us remember our wildness as animals. Everyone notice it when we smell the pure aroma of dry soil.

   They can say whatever they want to say, they can complain about what it makes to their hairs or how dry it gets when it’s raining, but there’s nothing in this world as hypnotizing as watching the rain. It’s something that makes me feel comfortable to be in my room, hot, wet and being able to see that wonderful sight.

   I hope the next time the sky turns grey and it thunders, all of you realize how amazing it is, and could admire it the same as me.