"It is raining- our decision to stay in tonight was probably for the best," she smiled, looking at the darkening sky, covered with towering, grey clouds. 

"I hate rains; they just make everything mistier than ever and the world drips with gloom which is being rained upon by the clouds who prefer to pile their sadness in teary puddles which are an obstacle in our lives. I don't even understand why people think it is beautiful. The water rolls down our windows and roof only to make everything messier than it already is. I could never like this season," he huffed.

"Look at it this way, the rain rests on the leaves and seeps through them to give them a new life as they glisten with greenery; rain makes everything brighter and clearer. Once the clouds stop swimming through the sky, the sun shines upon the city and ground covered with rainy love glitters like gleaming gold. Rain is when we make paper boats out of our static lives and let them sail through little streams on a journey of the wanderlust residing inside us; rains ignite a sparking creativity in our hearts as the gentle knocking of the rain against our windows soothe our minds. Rain is purely beautiful. Don't associate rain with teardrops; associate it with glittering pearls."

"Rain is beautiful, I guess. But, it also brings back splashes of blurry memories."

"You will heal no no time. Rain is a cleanser; the splotches of mistakes will be erased by the watery blessings and the trail couldn't be traced anymore. Trust me, it doesn't bring regret but, it gives you a chance to start over whilst washing away whatever you have wanted to forget."

"I think I don't hate it that much now; carrying an umbrella around and the pitter-patter, I think I see the beauty in it now."