I looked out of the window today, to see fine snow-like particles falling from the sky. For a moment, I was transported to Uppsala, Sweden, on a wintry, frosty lazy afternoon. I'd watch the never-ending shower of powder-like snow fall to the ground, whilst all warm and bundled up in my hostel room.
A wistful sigh; a nostalgic smile.
Merely fine rain, which looked a lot like light snow, billowing across the busy street outside my house.
It suddenly occured to me then - fine rain is just as beautiful, in its own way.
:)
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