I woke up at a very cold morning, my hands and feet are ice-cold,
i shiver even under the thick blanket and tons of stuffy pillows. I stood up and dragged the curtain to see the earth fresh and muddy, the leaves of the trees are fresh and green. I breathed and watched the fog from my mouth disappeared just like every raindrops vanished as it landed the nil soil. I wondered could it be true that the heaven is in pain when it rains, how could it be? when all i see around me is fresh beauty, like a maiden in bloom.