Raindrops shape

Every moment has a beautiful scent, and rain is the incomparable fragrance of winter. In every shiny drop of raindrops there inhabits a story silenced by the heart of a person and appeals to his soul to heaven. All the world's nostalgia is released as a delicious smell when the first pods of rain embrace the earth. I wonder if those drops resemble your gentle words, and will the wind carry to your simple green life my yearnings ?! Can rain without clouds? Does the only one feel warm without loved ones? The rain falls, washing away the hatred of the hearts and the blackness of hearts. I wait for the winter and rain rituals for the steam rising from my warm cup of coffee to make a foggy notebook on the glass of my window, and my fingertips line to you the warmest of the secret messages.