It had been raining the whole night.
I moved to the window. The greeneries at my balcony garden looked like they had a coat of new paint. They were so green, not just ordinary green.
The morning air was fresh and I filled my lungs with more of it. The unexpected rain had cleansed the air so thoroughly that one just wished that the air would forever remain this clean.
I stared out at the garden through the glass window and watched the little rain drops fall on the wooden flooring and created just little splashes. This is something I had not done for a long time. I remember I used to watch the rain when I was little. Strangely, I hardly do that any more.
Adults do not watch rain falling down any more.
Why?
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