It’s Eid day morning but it’s raining too hard. Probably it’s a good sign as it’s going to wash away all the sorrows, anxieties, and will bring freshness, happiness.
Now it’s really raining too hard.
I got up early in the morning; too earlier than normal days. I was walking through the silent village paths. It was before the rain. Nature was looking a bit different. It’s dawn, dark and cloudy with some mysterious cinematic kind of lightings.
It started raining when I was middle of the road and before I start writing I was walking in the rain.