The sound of the rain which made me happy once makes me melancholic now. The jolly picture which it framed back then, now it is blurred by these droplets itself. The magic which it created in those moments, has completely changed into curse. Is it just my mind? No! It is what has taken place. Maybe someday, like the grass over the ground, I would also be willing to absorb the gloominess of this season and make Harmony with my restlessness. Yes, the restlessness gifted by this splatter sound.