What Would it Be Like To Be A Rain Drop

If I were raindrops, I would feel happy, sad, and confused. There are many reasons for these emotions. It's raining today. From the clouds, people sit at the window and see that I see is the natural beauty. That's great. ! Most people like the scenes created by today's nature, but others do not like it. Let me share it with you! Let's get started, why am I happy!

Happiness has countless reasons. One is to breathe life into trees and flowers. For me, this is beautiful. In other words, is there anyone who does not want to be a surprising, highly useful reason? In addition to creating something, I have the fact that I make some people feel better, but it is not always the case. Thousands of drops of water will cool the air and calm the environment. As we slowly begin to fall, everyone is passionate about finding a safe place to save them. The women rushed to the roof and removed clothes so that they could not get wet. The child is very excited. You can easily see them jump, you can feel rain and try to come out to feel me. For some people, we are a relaxing way. They want to lie on the bed and listen to the sounds on our roof. Some people like to sit by the window, have a memorable time, or return to young people, to remember or think about a lover.

That old man thought about rain, when I was a child, I remembered youth and remembered when I jumped into a puddle and rotated like a record. But he will never forget to protect his grandson from waiting for the rain. If they can be allowed to take a shower, you will see the enthusiastic expectations of the children. Therefore he allowed them and us to fall around them. In their eyes we are shining and shining, they feel different, better, richer and cleaner. We have magic that dreams of acquiring and possessing

Have you ever seen a scenery on the road when it began to rain? ... lol, this is a fun scene. Some people try to escape, others try to evacuate to another's house. Some people are wearing school bags, books or even magazines, bowing themselves from their heads and trying to escape from me

So you know not only yourself but also you are like raindrops. For yourself, raindrops are beautiful on the leaves, but it is very delicate. But when a drop of rain enters the sea it may lose its identity, but when it finds its integrity it has joined other groups of raindrops that become strong and powerful. (Incidentally, young people were traveling all over the world in front of Instagram and Facebook, there were things and gaps, etc. There are not so many pictures because there is no digital camera. My Grand Canyon is It is surrounded by 19 days around the world in the world, but as far as I remember, everyone was not taking a yoga pose.

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Like morning dew, a drop of rain falls on the leaves. When another rain fell, the water droplet replaced, it piled up at the bottom of the leaf, soon landed on the ground of the puddle. Or wait for a dripping person. These water drops are like water drops lying on her shoulder when she leaves the bathroom. A thin white towel wrapped his cheeks red for her petite body, nose, and hot water. Her face is whiter than he looked before. She smells like fresh rain. After hugging, she smells like the earth

She seems to have rain. The temperature drops several degrees before it rains. Ironically, the heart warms as the outside temperature falls. He was waiting for the rain, his eyes fixed in the gray sky. As the cloud moves north, blue turns gray. The cloud moves slowly and is not in a hurry; there is plenty of water on this blue planet, the god of rain has to think for himself and drink another cup of pious wine I will. But the rain was beautiful for him, especially for the first shower. He waited for the rain and opened the palm out of the moving taxi and caught fresh raindrops. Crystal clear, better than diamonds. Soft glass fragments like a small needle on the palm of your hand. Lower the window, he sniffs in the air, and now a new scent. It smells a new flowering love. This made him feel like the rain wrapped the earth with the embrace of love. After all, it is not rain - we accept love. Life is really close to the back