The tiny drops of rain splash my face once in a while, but I don’t care. It started raining a while ago, but the large tree above me lends me shelter. Today feels relaxing and fresh, the cold breeze touches and caress my skin, my hair, and my feelings.
My eyes look around for something, for everything. A band’s playing a couple meters away, their acoustic sound is what’s calling the rain. The clouds wanted to hear it too. The sweet sound of music playing for anyone who wants to shut up and listen.
The band sounds good, but that’s not all… it looks lovely, in a tiny truck with three guys playing their hearts out and enjoying what the love, living what the are passionate about. Around them and behind you can see a small forest, all the leaves smiling happily and great full for he tunes and the water.
The water is stronger now and I’m getting wet, I get the feeling I want to stand up and dance along with the music they are playing from their heart; across the rain and the soil. And even I know I would feel alive and my friends would love it, I stand up and walk into a small shaft to seek refuge from the rain.