The heavy April showers Are kissing the scorched earth The drought has been broken And everywhere there's mirth The smell of wet earth Soothes one's soul It mends broken hearts Making them whole It's a season of spring Flowers have come into bloom My heart is singing a song There isn't an ounce of gloom Standing beside a window With a cup of coffee in my hand I become philosophical And the world I try to understand I see little street children Playing in the pouring rain The joy on their faces I want to but can't explain And then I realize To be philosophical is in vain I should just go out And enjoy the rain.
Welcome back ! How have you been?@poojashah It is simple thing but most of the time we forget to how to enjoy life and be happy. Nice advice / thought of not wasting time on unnecessary things, enjoy beauty of nature and little things.