Hey, Sprinkle!

It rained again today. I could not tell whether or not it was a hard rain but it was raining this afternoon; what I knew that rain came down and that's all (I was too busy chatting with a friend about our indie-film plan). The temperature dropped slightly and I started to feel cold. After chatting for a while, I looked out the window, only to find that the rain got lighter. It was sprinkle rain and I always love sprinkle rain. Enthusiastically I opened the window to feel the drops. The atmosphere was so serene--so calm that you could just sleep in the classroom. 

I went downstairs afterwards and took some pictures of the surroundings of faculty building. Then I decided to make a video of afternoon rain for my Instagram (just like what I've done before). I walked out and shot several scenes under the rain. People were looking at me but I didn't care. I just wanted to shoot several scenes. Drops of rain on window panes, wind blowing and hissing through the trees, and water puddles. The drops are so cool. They fall on your face, splashing everywhere like fireworks bursting. You can feel them so fresh. Sprinkle rain falls on puddles; it sounds like a ticktock. People hide beneath their colorful umbrellas. They look like candies. Sprinkle rain is a magical thing for me. I don't mind being wet, as long as I could get several good scenes of afternoon sprinkle rain. 

I remember back then playing in the rain. Lying on easy green grass, I liked when it fell on me. The sound of rain, it is such a sweet music. Looking at the pond, I saw fish swimming happily. Some of them came to the surface, trying to kiss the rain. And frogs! Oh, frogs! They danced and pranced in the rain. I wonder if the frogs, at that time, were listening to Gene Kelly's "Singing in the Rain". The sky was dark and so grey, but I didn't mind it. I knew that sun would shine later so I didn't mind if the sky was dark, yeah, as long as I could enjoy the magic that sprinkle rain had. Now I am twenty years old and sprinkle rain, still, has its magic. Befriending coffee, jazzy tunes, and good books, I don't mind if the sky goes dark and sprinkle rain comes. The rain still plays the same music, still shows the same magic. It doesn't change. It's always awesome. 

How about you? Can you imagine how magical sprinkle rain is?