Raining… again.
I took this picture of MacArthur Park on a rainy afternoon with my friends.
It was cold (but not freezing though) and the air was filled with moist. We were talking about the storms which are currently devastating our lives but we did not mind the rain. In fact, we were glad it rained. It was a blessing. A sign that God’s blessing are still showering upon us and that He approves and watches every major step we take.
I believe that everytime it rains, God is giving a sign. A very hard windy rain when He does not want me to go out, a light rain then falls when I’m happy and a noisy windless rain when I’m crying on my pillow. So I am always thankful when it rains eventhough some may find it weird. Plus I do not want a hot environment. I would rather prefer making out in the tundras.
When I am with my love on a rainy day, it makes me very happy. I can hold the umbrella -ella -ella -ella for him so we can be close and then steal a glance whenever he does not look. I do not also mind if it is cold because we can warm each other. (If you know what I mean. Joke!)
I am thankful for rainy days, it makes me look forward for the sunny days.
If you’re experiencing a rain in your life, let it fall and dance with it. Nobody will know you’re having a hard time.
