Beauty of Rain.Explain.
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Rain is the most beautiful and precious resource in this world. When the rain falls down to the earth it seems to be like small and thin threads with full of pearls. As it falls it brings joy to all the creatures of this world. It brings the message of joy along with it....
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Rain is the most beautiful and precious resource in this world. When the rain falls down to the earth it seems to be like small and thin threads with full of pearls. As it falls it brings joy to all the creatures of this world. It brings the message of joy along with it....
HOPE IT HELPS :)
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☆ BEAUTY OF RAIN ☆
It's the worst to perform the task of a critic, but it's the best to a person, enjoying the rains.
I love rains. I know that you are willing to get an explanation. But I say, ''Why so?"
Let me tell you a story of the Green Leaf and you will know how beautiful the rain is.
Once upon a time, there was a grey leaf in a big tree. It was not dead. It was still getting enough sunrays and water from the tree to live on. But dust here and dust there. It was not a grey leaf. It was a green leaf, covered with dust. Minutes passed and it started to rain. Drops by drops of the threads of the beautiful rains fell in it and cleaned it. It became the Green Leaf again.
My point is that Rain is a healer. I have an imaginary story of the rains. Rain was the happiest person ever. Never cried. So God gifted him with tears of joy, which we call rains. It falls upon us and makes us happy again, and teaches to accept whatever comes or whatever happens.
That's how Rain is beautiful.
It's the worst to perform the task of a critic, but it's the best to a person, enjoying the rains.
I love rains. I know that you are willing to get an explanation. But I say, ''Why so?"
Let me tell you a story of the Green Leaf and you will know how beautiful the rain is.
Once upon a time, there was a grey leaf in a big tree. It was not dead. It was still getting enough sunrays and water from the tree to live on. But dust here and dust there. It was not a grey leaf. It was a green leaf, covered with dust. Minutes passed and it started to rain. Drops by drops of the threads of the beautiful rains fell in it and cleaned it. It became the Green Leaf again.
My point is that Rain is a healer. I have an imaginary story of the rains. Rain was the happiest person ever. Never cried. So God gifted him with tears of joy, which we call rains. It falls upon us and makes us happy again, and teaches to accept whatever comes or whatever happens.
That's how Rain is beautiful.
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