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Walking in the rain
It's raining.. As soon as I step on it, cold water hits my body, the melody of endless feelings is pouring from the sky. The surroundings seem to be silent, all I can hear is the sound of thump thump.
No umbrella, no bag in my hand, just me and my path... Alone in the rain.
At this moment, it seems like I'm not looking for anything. I'm not in a hurry to get anywhere.
I'm just walking...
Maybe I'm leaving some memories behind,
Maybe I'm washing away some sorrows,
Maybe I'm finding myself a little bit anew.
The path is wet, but calm
The shadow of the clouds is reflected in the water that has accumulated on the road. A couple of flowering trees are soaking their heads on the side, a bird in the distance is flapping its wings in the rain.
This path is familiar to me,
Yet today it feels different.
The hustle and bustle of the city, the complexity of life—it seems like I've gotten away from everything.
There are no sounds here, no phone calls, no thoughts.
Just me, the rain, and this long walk.
My mind is getting lighter...
Even though my body is getting heavier as I get wet, it feels like —
My mind is much lighter today.
What was, was…
What will come, will come…
This moment is the most dear to me.
A drop of water falls into my eyes, I look at the sky.
Maybe someone is walking like me there, somewhere else.
Is rain just water?
No, this rain is not just water.
This is the explanation of my longing,
the translation of my accumulated unspoken words.
This rain is medicine for my tired heart.
Today I am walking in the rain —
This is not just a story of a walk.
This is a meeting with my soul.
This walk is my private time, a conversation with myself.
Have you ever walked like this?
📸 If you ever walk in the rain, write down that moment, share it. Because maybe some distant mind is feeling the same way you are.
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By PurnimaIt's raining.. As soon as I step on it, cold water hits my body, the melody of endless feelings is pouring from the sky. The surroundings seem to be silent, all I can hear is the sound of thump thump.
No umbrella, no bag in my hand, just me and my path... Alone in the rain.
At this moment, it seems like I'm not looking for anything. I'm not in a hurry to get anywhere.
I'm just walking...
Maybe I'm leaving some memories behind,
Maybe I'm washing away some sorrows,
Maybe I'm finding myself a little bit anew.
The path is wet, but calm
The shadow of the clouds is reflected in the water that has accumulated on the road. A couple of flowering trees are soaking their heads on the side, a bird in the distance is flapping its wings in the rain.
This path is familiar to me,
Yet today it feels different.
The hustle and bustle of the city, the complexity of life—it seems like I've gotten away from everything.
There are no sounds here, no phone calls, no thoughts.
Just me, the rain, and this long walk.
My mind is getting lighter...
Even though my body is getting heavier as I get wet, it feels like —
My mind is much lighter today.
What was, was…
What will come, will come…
This moment is the most dear to me.
A drop of water falls into my eyes, I look at the sky.
Maybe someone is walking like me there, somewhere else.
Is rain just water?
No, this rain is not just water.
This is the explanation of my longing,
the translation of my accumulated unspoken words.
This rain is medicine for my tired heart.
Today I am walking in the rain —
This is not just a story of a walk.
This is a meeting with my soul.
This walk is my private time, a conversation with myself.
Have you ever walked like this?
📸 If you ever walk in the rain, write down that moment, share it. Because maybe some distant mind is feeling the same way you are.