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Rain over me


Raising both hands to collect rainwater in my palms, standing at the front porch with plants, taking in the wet mud smell, I feel happy. Really really happy

I wish I could capture it on camera. But such beauty somehow never gets captured. Anywhere. Except through your own eyes : ) As a memory too, its a very vague muddy picture. Its true. You see it best when you See it yourself.

You don’t drive when it rains. You pull over, play some music and watch the rain fall over your windscreen and then you smile. If you’re doing it any other way, you’re doing it wrong.

Watching the rain fall into your hand in the orange yellow street light with the wet mud smell for dessert beats any ice blended mocha ever made in the world

Sometimes, people hurt you. And then it rains.
And it becomes okay : )

Open the window; smell the rain
Do it time and again : )



Through Indecisive Decisions, I talk about those little things in life that most of us don't pay heed to. Any sea facing place, coffee and a book is all I need : )

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