I started my day with a good feeling. As usual, I walked along the road to reach my school. My friends were lucky; some of them went by their own vesicles, some of them were sent by their parents. It sounds good to me. But I was lucky too, going to school by myself and experienced the fine morning. I'm glad :)
It was different when I returned home. It was totally apposite. It was not a good feeling at all. Walking in the rain. The coldness was felt deep inside me. My hands like freezing. The rain drops were proudly fell and met the ground. My cheek could felt the coldness of the rain drops. I was amazed how Allah make the world this scenic especially trough my eyes.
at least she has an umbrella.
but walking in the rain with a person beside us are something special.