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On a rainy day
Write a poem/prose/short story about how you feel on a rainy day. What more you seek to do on that day? How do you trace it? Or it could be a memory of you, all welcome to write anything regarding this. Does it feel nostalgic? Do you feel love waves while thinking about it? Or just start with that phrase. I hope you get the idea. Happy writing :) and tag me please!
thehopes15

Purpose of Rain.

The rain has its purpose. Some believe it’s to make the plants grow. Some argue it’s God’s way of cleansing the Earth. Some say it’s to wash dirty cars that never successfully made it to the car wash on time. As the water from the clouds hit the pavements, making the concrete turn a darker shade of grey, we tend to ignore the beauty of it. Photographers have captured the essence of rain, and focused in on the raindrops upon the bright green leaves, or the colorful flowers during the spring season. Why do most tend to ignore it? Is it because rain is so common that it’s something we are used to? Is it because we are so busy that we tend to miss out on the beauty of nature? Not to any surprise, there is no right answer to this question. Rain can be seen negatively, with traffic jams, huge puddles that wet your socks, frizzy hair, and squeaky shoes. On the other hand, the more admirable one, rain can symbolize a time of reflection, appreciation of nature, and most importantly peace. As you close your eyes and turn off your car radio, sit there in silence, and just listen to the drops of water falling on the car. Acknowledge the tranquility that is produced when you just STOP for a second and take everything into consideration. Thoughts are built up, for the better and ocasionally for the worse, and it enables one to think instead of quickly making decisions they might regret. Yes, the rain has flaws. But overall, it forces one to stop taking things for granted, and see its pure magnificence.