It seems to me that the rain which is one of the most
beautiful natural phenomen is drawn into the curtains which
hardly misses the already faint light of the sun and it is
wrapped in the tired gray clouds. The ill person as such as
me tries to wrap myself up warmly in the romantic aura.
The house is quiet as only the sound of rain is growing, it lies
down with the monotonous drumming on the roofs of
houses and windowsills. The roads become a running
streams of muddy water. Buzz..people driving in a hurry as
the car is caked with mud. People at the outside are cloaked
in variety of umbrellas with a feeling of hurrying somewhere
while dancing in the rains and i sit quietly at home counting
the gears of clocks, measuring out the seconds but the time
for me has stopped. Hours and minutes are merged and
became one concept but is meaningless to me because the
time will not remain because the rains are only now. A cloud
of fragrant smoke and sweet, never met the wind, gently
and gradually rises to the ceiling. I am listening to the
dripping silence and the quiet whisper of the green leaves
moving with the wind. It is an eternal evening but a very
quiet day as the drowsiness weighs on me like rain drop by
drop knocks on my eyelids gradually closing them. As i
close my eyes, listening to the sounds, enveloping myself
and falling asleep.