I have always loved listening to the melody of the rain, as raindrops patter on the window, on the roofs of houses and on the leaves of trees. It's such a special sound, quiet and even, like a gentle melody created by nature itself to calm us down and take us into the world of dreams. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine how anxiety goes away with every drop, and peace and tranquility come in its place.

When I was a little girl, rain was a real magic and adventure for me. I remember my mother putting on a bright yellow raincoat and rubber boots for me, and we went outside together. Drops are falling, and I'm running through puddles, watching the spray fly in different directions, laughing and enjoying every moment.
Clouds were reflected in puddles, and when I jumped, it seemed to me that I was jumping from cloud to cloud. I came home so dirty, wet, but so happy. Sometimes we just sat on a bench under an umbrella, listening to the rain and watching the water drip off the leaves and onto the ground. Mom told me stories about rain fairies and raindrops that turn into little wish-fulfilling angels. Yes, I did then, but it seems that I still believe now.
Today, when I'm older, I still like to go out in the light rain. I like to feel the freshness of the air, filled with the smell of wet earth and green leaves. At such moments, it seems that time stops, and you can just be yourself, dreamy and free.
I often walk under an umbrella, enjoying every drop, and let my thoughts drift far away. Rain is a time for me to think about important things, about love, about dreams and hopes.

Rain can be different, gentle and affectionate, noisy and even menacing. But always after the rain comes a rainbow, a bright and gentle gift from nature. For me, the rainbow is a symbol of hope, new beginnings and faith in the best. She reminds us that even after the most difficult moments, there will always be light and joy.