Feel Infinite

Its an early morning and you are standing on the roof with the dark nimbus clouds all over your head. The gentle winds touch your body and refresh it of all the wears and tears and depressions and desperations and all those gloomy things. You sit there without a worry about the colorless future and you wait for the rain. You close your eyes. You let the winds touch you, let them dishevel your hair and just wait for it. The first raindrop. And just when you have given up on all your hopes a tiny innocuous raindrop falls on your arm. It tickles you. You open your eyes to touch it but it disappears and then the whole roof is crowded with such cute little raindrops. And the sound they produce silences all your doubts. You inhale its freshness.  And you know that for the rest of the day nothing can worry you. That is the moment when you feel infinite.