There is something romantic about the rains. It’s one of those times when everything seems unreal and the mundane ceases to be. The childlike innocence, wet freshness, muddy smell and the greener green define rains for me. Hopscotching in the puddles, getting wet, singing songs, drinking steaming hot coffee, reading an awesome book, gazing wide in the horizon, crying for everything that you wanted to, but couldn’t, and so much more. The things to do list is never-ending! It used to be my favouritest things in the world. Yes, used to be. Not anymore. I dunno why. Is it the death of innocence as we know it? *Shudders*

I am trying hard to love them once again. But it is not happening. Rains make me happy still, but the love is gone. And I don’t like it.