I always love to see the street after rain. I like how it smells, I like whatever I see on the street. people walking with their pretty umbrellas, people riding their motorbikes with raincoat, holes on the street full of water, splashing water from high speed vehicles, and realizing my self watching them all. but rain always pull something sad from me onto the surface, deep down in me, like missing something or someone, I don’t know. it’s not pleasant feeling, but beautiful, I love that feelings..
people said, angel’s coming down with every single drop of rain from the sky. imagine, how many angels will come down to earth everyday, especially in very heavy rainy day..
when I catch the first drop of rain, do I catch one angel on me?