Early Poetry.

Do you like to listen to the rain, I do? I especially enjoy hearing the rain on the river or a mountain pond. It makes such a happy sound. Read more…

A poem on rain.

Spiders weave some beautiful webs and no two are alike as we know.No matter how many times us humans knock them down the spiders rebuild them again.The same could be said about a relationship between two people that love the other. The webbing that holds them and the spider webs together is only as strong as the time put into it.

Untitled.

This is my life, my very own hobbie.

There are many animals which thrive in rains, where they become alive and kicking, while they spend most of the year in dormancy awaiting rains.

The water in different forms – liquid as rain and solid as snow – are the only connect between the earth and sky, apart from the omnipresent atmosphere.

Things.

…inspiration in the midst.