Raining is always about memories. Some are about joy, some bring tears. From the first drop of it, I can feel on the tip of my nose. It is soft and gentle.
The sound of the first drops on the roof of my house, always bring me to my childhood. Full of wonders and adventures with early friendship. Some drops can bring me back to the saddest moment when Daddy didn't come home anymore.
The smell of wet soil is another story. Drops of the rain stop on earthen pot of my Mom's lovely daffodil. It is a parfume of nature that God intentionally created. To remind me that I am made of earth.
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