With season, I changed. With seasons, i learnt a new world of me. With
every new leaf to every dormant one, i learnt of my own age. With a different
weather in my surrounding, i found a new emotion of sadness, a new feeling
that resided onto my happiness and a new state to begin with.
As I looked out from the window of my room, i noticed that the rain hasn't
stopped yet. It wasn't pouring so angrily, instead the downpour seemed rather
fragile than yesterday. I could feel the cold breeze linger on my exposed body
and make me shiver in a way. As I felt the refreshing aura touch my face of
melancholy, i grinned softly as for somehow i - for the first time - didn't feel
uneasy while looking at the rain pour down, when I opened the window of my
room to see the outside...