The air is crisp yet underneath this smoothness are whispers hushed by the trees to prevent rain from falling.
The sun radiates warmly giving enough light to everyone even if the clouds cover the truth that at some point in time, reflection shall take cover and overpower it.
The birds fly and swiftly glide through branches broken or not. They soar high in spite the obstacles.
The echoes are unceasing but unheard that as the sound waves crash onto the clouds, the rain starts to fall hard.
One cannot control the pouring of rain as it is part of the nature’s process. It kind of makes a comparison with an individual who sheds tears easily and sheds tears hardly. Prepare for it and accept its nature.
Be one with your nature.