The rainy season arrives like a soft whisper from the sky, washing away the dust of long, dry days. Raindrops trace delicate paths down windowpanes, each one a tiny story of renewal. The scent of wet earth rises — a perfume of peace that soothes the restless heart. The world finally takes a deep breath...
The sound of raindrops against the window is like nature’s lullaby — soft, steady, and comforting. It reminds me to slow down, to pause, and to find peace in stillness.
Umbrellas bloom like flowers in the streets, and puddles mirror the gray-blue heavens above. There’s a quiet rhythm in the rainfall, a music that invites reflection and rest. The world slows down just enough for us to notice the beauty in small things — the warmth of a cup of coffee latte, the comfort of a blanket, the calm of gentle thunder in the distance.
The rainy season, to me, is not gloomy. It’s poetic. It’s peaceful π
 
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