The night is dyed with a dark blue colour and the stars are hiding behind the tender orange cotton as they are playing the hide-and-seek with the elegant white snow \u2013 the Moon.<\/p>\n
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The air is full of moisture which is refreshing and I am walking in the rain. My brown umbrella which is printed with Rikaruma is protecting me like a brave thoughtful warrior even though the rain is gentle. He doesn\u2019t allow any playful rain droplets to harm me but I think he is over sensitive. They are just dancing merrily on my umbrella.<\/p>\n
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The childish rain droplets trickle the smooth greenish with some yellow-spotted leaves who are busy catching the rain with their full attention as they don\u2019t want the \u2018children\u2019 to get hurt. The rambutan\u2019s flowers get some \u2018diamonds\u2019 to embellish their rosy soft hair. Even the proud selfish purple bauhinias save them. Maybe every lady likes jewelry.<\/p>\n
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\u2018Chip. Chip.\u2019 Somebody made noise in the bushes with some dried crispy dead leaves on the soil. A bird with a pointy black and its stomach as white as rice is looking at me with its narrow red eyes. Its clean and tidy feathers are soaked with water and she seems to want my umbrella so I move next to her. But she flies away immediately without looking back. \u2018Maybe the Rikaruma scares her,\u2019 I think.<\/p>\n
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I keep walking and the rain patters on the rough pink bricks on the road and performs wonderful jazzy music. \u2018Pat-ti-pat. Pat-ti-pat.\u2019 The trees with brown bark are shaking their bodies with the melody even though each of them is grounded by some black cold bars. It is the only time when they feel glad as they can \u2018hang out\u2019 with their friends. I seem to hear them laugh very cheerfully. \u2018Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha.\u2019\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Near the root of a tree, a cricket is chirping. Although he is brown and quite ugly, he has a very good voice. \u2018Ah! What a wonderful rain and my heart flies with the rain,\u2019 he sings.<\/p>\n
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Through the lovely lyric, my heart is flowing like the river. When I am enjoying it, a rain droplet falls into my mouth. It is cold but a bit sweet. The sweetness fades out in my mouth and I think, \u2018Isn\u2019t it full of joy walking in the rain?\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The night is dyed with a dark blue colour and the stars are hiding behind the tender orange cotton as they are playing the hide-and-seek with the elegant white snow \u2013 the Moon.<\/p>
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