Our class was a bit delayed today. I was sitting lazily inside the classroom, doing nothing much. The sky outside looked heavy and grey with clouds. And whenever I see a cloudy sky, I don’t know why—but my heart feels a little low. Like something is missing… like a quiet sadness.
Suddenly, it started raining—loud, steady, and beautiful.
And just like that, my sadness disappeared.
I love rain. It feels like the world is pausing, just for a little while. I rushed to the corridor. The smell of wet soil, the sound of rain—everything was calling me.
I stood there quietly. Tiny raindrops touched my skin, and I felt a strange kind of peace. No rush, no noise—just rain and stillness.
I stayed there until our teacher arrived. And I thought, how can I not capture this moment? So, I took two photos—one of the rain falling, and one of the wet campus in front of me.
Later, class was over. The rain had stopped.
I looked outside through the classroom window. The field was glowing in fresh green. So soft, so calm—it felt like nature just washed itself and came back alive.
