After The Rain Falls

The wind whispers gently, embracing the earth with tenderness, and carries the fragrance of stories from the past that lie scattered on the streets. The clouds now appear friendlier, playfully dancing in the sky like an old friend returned. Small puddles form in the crevices, becoming mirrors to the clear sky, reflecting the birds that dart about and the trees that smile with joy.

A faint light emerges on the eastern horizon, gradually transforming the darkness into a warm embrace. In the cold of the morning air, the sun transforms into a source of warmth, bringing good tidings to the seeds that have just fallen to the ground. Perhaps storms once raged fiercely, but now the sun soothes the world with its peaceful embrace. Black clouds rest after shedding tears of sorrow, while the wounds left behind slowly drift away with the calm flow of the river.

After the rain subsides, the scent of damp earth greets our senses, reminding us of the natural power to give and regenerate. The cheerful chorus of frogs becomes a song of life that celebrates the return of springs. The world feels broader, more spacious, as if the universe itself rejoices at the rebirth of hopes that once withered.

After the rain subsides, the life that once wilted and darkened transforms once more into a lush green expanse filled with hope. Every raindrop has bestowed new colors, nurturing the land and the spirit, teaching us that everything is in a constant cycle of change.

Image source: Red chrysanthemum in the rain