Rain, rain, come again!

I love going to the park after the rain. Its a small one, right beside my home and sprouts a fresh coat of small plants and weeds glistening with raindrops every time it showers. Camera in hand, I look for those little creatures that have also been enamored by the greenery - be it the butterflies that flit out of your reach or bugs as tiny as the raindrops themselves, that you notice only up close while squatting in the mud. It makes me happy to capture their small lively world that exists, oblivious to our goings-on. I guess the sky is one of the few things which makes the world look beautiful when it's sad.