Nilah enjoying the smell of rain for-your-daughter Nilah is made from soft

Nilah is made from soft

Malai is soft

She watches tiny streams form along the path

and breathes it in deeply

And as Nilah walks through the rain

Nilah enjoying the smell of rain for-your-daughter Nilah is made from softThe clouds roll in quietly over the mountains, wrapping the hills in a soft grey mist. Nilah steps out with her little umbrella, the first drops of rain tapping gently against it. She walks slowly along the path, not in a hurry to reach anywhere. The air smells different, fresh, earthy, alive. Nilah pauses, closes her eyes for a moment, and breathes it in deeply. The rain grows steadier, drumming softly on her umbrella, brushing against the leaves,