Seven colors after the rain.

One. Two. Three. Three missed calls registered on my phone. Maybe I was asleep when they were calling or perhaps I was just too busy doing something that's why I din't noticed they are calling. Phone calls - we don't usually get the freedom to choose when to answer them. It's like when someone's calling, we are forced to answer them right away. Unlike in texting, we can send our reply anytime we want. But, I think I have to disagree with what I said. At times, we have the freedom - that is, we don't answer the phone call. We just let our phone ring and ring and ring until the caller gets tired, or we can simply hit the reject button. I know right?!

One. Two. Three. Three seconds, now the fourth, fifth, sixth and so on. As I am writing and you are reading this, seconds will run and turns to minutes then hours. This is how life simply moves. After hours, it turns to days. And then another twenty four hours for tomorrow. And another twenty four hours for the day after tomorrow, and so on. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Life never gets ran out of tomorrow. Great things can happen in each tomorrow so learn to live them to the fullest. Tomorrow is forever.

One. Two. Three. Three raindrops poured on my notebook. The ink scattered on the wet part of the paper. Another three fell, and then here comes the seventh, eighth, ninth raindrop. And it turned to a storm. This is love, somehow. It pours. like a rain, unexpectedly. With or without umbrella, it will fall with all might and the throb is as loud as the thunder. Sometimes it is mild and sometimes it is heavy. So when you get caught in the rain, enjoy the water and the weather! Just be careful, because after playing in the rain, you'll get a 37.5 degree Celsius temperature the next day! One. Two. Three. Love is this.

And oh, before I forgot, after the rain, there is a rainbow!