This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.
If a rainy day is gloomy.
If the storm, even, is wrath.
Then the raindrops on the leaves and flowers might just be a smile.
One could tell that the raindrops had mingled with his tears.
A sadness for the misfortunes in his life.
One can say it is liquid silver for its beauty.
Or say it's crystal grain.
But I simply say it is a clear, honest and sincere smile that comes from the generosity of nature.
And maybe I can quote Tahereh Mafi: "Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too."