What is it about rainy days?
I look up to the sky.
Small droplets of water.
Falling.
Hitting my face and refreshing my skin.
Colors.
The grass.
The soil.
The flowers.
The concrete ground.
Every color enhanced before my eyes
revealing the true color of nature.
Gloom.
Emotion that I hold dear.
Memories reflected.
Necessary.
What is it about rainy days?
This is my Silence 