Greasy streets,
Raindrops accumulating on the windows;
The rumbling sounds of the rains.
Trees rejoicing in joy,
Isn't it all like a Ghibli dream?
Straight out of a movie.
I don't know what makes this experience so special...
Maybe, the cold breeze?
Or the beautiful environment in which we are trapped.
This golden car seems so delighted by the scent of rains.
But the raindrops on the window remind me of a calming effect...
And this cold weather and the sweet and natural fragrance of the Mogra flower are giving my heart a chance to explore something unusual...
Just as a new ray of hope came in and changed my fate,
I keep wondering how life would be without rains;
Maybe, dull and weird.
These messy rains are a comfort for my soul.
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