Happy new month / October 2025

It finally rained. After months of dry skies and endless heat, the sound of water falling felt almost unfamiliar. I woke up to the scent of wet earth, a smell I had forgotten I loved. The summer dust seemed washed away. The streets, the buildings, the trees, they all looked clean and somehow calmer. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this quiet music of rain until it returned. As soon as the clouds drifted away and the first shy sunbeams came through, I felt an urge to go out and see what the rain had left behind.

I headed to the park holding my camera. I knew the white roses there would be decorated with raindrops. It’s a simple scene, one I’ve passed countless times, but after a shower everything changes. I took my time, walking slowly, noticing how the air still carried a faint coolness. The roses leaned slightly under the weight of water, delicate yet strong, and I found myself bending over them, framing small worlds of white and silver.

Each drop felt like a quiet story, an ending and a beginning at the same time. Summer slipping away, autumn stepping in. There’s always something bittersweet about this shift. The long, bright days are gone, yet in their place comes a softer light, a slower rhythm. I felt a hint of melancholy as I clicked the shutter, but it wasn’t sadness exactly. More like acceptance, the kind that comes with seasons. Knowing that change is inevitable, and that it’s beautiful in its own understated way.

Walking around the park, I noticed how the world seemed to pause. Fewer people were out, even the birds sounded quieter. Perhaps it was just me. Maybe my perception of things, had shifted a bit. But the truth is that summer is loud, full of light and movement while autumn whispers. It invites reflection, a return inward after months of outward life. As I photographed the roses, I thought about time, how we rush through it, how seasons remind us to slow down, how something as simple as a raindrop can hold a whole conversation about change.

By the time I left, the sky was clearing and the sun was already shining. My shoes were damp but my camera card full of quiet little moments. The first rain had washed the heat away, but it also carried a message: nothing stays the same, and that’s okay.

Happy autumn. Happy October.