1 picture 1 Story Week #50

My self Abdul Wadood. I really hope that you are happy and enjoying your life by the grace of God. I am excited to tell you another interesting story with a single picture. I am really happy if @luisito01, @sushanta83 and @faran-nabeel share your opinion about my experience.

^{Captured from my phone}

On drizzly afternoon, I stood near by the window, watch the rain down in all around. The whole world was muted, a watercolor paint of green, and the good rhythm of the rain create a soothing backdrop to my thought.

I settle on the tall tree in the garden near by my house, its branch full heavy with water. The sight of this was like the key turning in the lock, unlock memory from distant time. I remember rainy days from my childhood, much as like this one, when the whole world seem to shrink to just the space under the sprawling in my backyard.

And Back then, the tree had a fortress of imagination in my past. I would huddle beneath its wide difficulties, feel safe from the rain that beats against the leave above. These rainy day were the playground for my young mind. I do spread a make shift blanket on the grass during rain, use the damp earth as the base for countless adventure. In my imagination, the tree was castle, or even the treasure troves
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I remember that scene of wet earth and the taste of hot tea, which my mother always bring it in the chipped mug with great warm smile. These days were long and carefree specially for me, with rain provide me soft barrier between my world and a adult concern that were yet to the come. The tree, with its gnarle branche and, had a my steadfast companions, a lovely witness to my laughter and my dreams.

As I watch the rainy today, the tree seem to stand as a bridge for everyone. The rain was not longer a signal of returning but the gentle reminders of childhood joy. I feel sense of gratitude for those moment of wonder and warmth, realize that, the echoe of those rainy days under the tree still brought comfort to my heart.