Ever thought? What is so different about rain? How does it fill the romance in the winds all of a sudden?
We never feel like going in the sun We never feel like going in the cold Then what is so different about rain?
Maybe it gives the hope and expectations to the barren ground, dry leaves, frown flowers, thirsty wells and farmers as well
Maybe the romance is in the smell of the mud after the rain and of course when the clouds overcome the sun and consider their superiority And let's confess that the sound of the thunder does not always comes with fear
But the question is This world thirsty in greed and to achieve fame would ever be satisfied with this rain?