Today is the first rainy day in spring. When I arrived at the office, I found my hard disk was forgotten in my apartment so I had to walk back to pick it up after launch.
The rain is not heavy but there are few people on the street since it's the best time to have sweat nap in the cool and humate spring. It's so quiet that no one speaks along the way with the umbrella in hand like a safe cell shell separating each other. I saw a little boy with her mother is walking under each one's umbrella. They are auguring about something, the mother is frowning her eyebrows but the rain becomes a buffer to avoid her yelling out straight, the water drops absorb her words.
I planned to visit one of my friends to have a short discussion about some work by the way, but I changed my mind for not to break the comfort silent alone in the rain hearing my shoes stepped into the water softly. This sweat moment just belonged to me, I felt like a walking fish breathing with skin other than the nose. Anger, sadness, complaints, ... all bad memories gone with the rain.
Rainy day is the best day. Silent in the rain, separate under the umbrella, walking like a fish.