On my trip to Kansai this summer, Mr. Sun made his appearance almost every day. On the second half of my journey, I started to feel sick and tired, only wanting to shy away from it. Finally, the day right before I was about to go home, dark clouds covered the whole sky of Osaka. Within hours, the rain poured, which forced pedestrians on the streets to look for shelter.
At that moment, I was killing time in the lovely history museum of Osaka. I did not feel annoyed about the rain in the least. I bought some souvenirs, made a call home, had a chat with my mom about the new cute remarks Von made. The rain continued. I imitated the middle-aged people around me and sat on the hard, cold floor to write my journal. When I left the museum, it was soaking wet outside. Since it was the last day of my trip, I might as well see some more places. Walking in my wet sandals, I transferred to Kuromon Market and found a superb ramen place. Then, in arriving at Shinsaibashi, the gorgeous shopping heaven, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the poetic Houzenji Lane in the rain and also the light grayish blue sky in the evening after the rain. These unexpected pictures marked a beautiful period to my trip. I was very lucky.
Lately my easygoing mood has been gone. Fortunately, I heard some very powerful words yesterday and adapted them into my version, that is, rainy days serve their purpose. I should look at them face to face.