A village road means a raw earth road, with green rice fields on both sides, and occasionally banana trees, coconuts or bamboo bushes. And if it rains on that road, then the scene is like a watercolor painting painted in the imagination of a poet. Walking alone with an umbrella or getting wet—it is not just walking, but a secret conversation of the soul with nature.
In this article, we will experience how enchanting and emotional it is to walk on a village road on a rainy day. Maybe every word of this article will take you to that rainy road.
The first touch of rain: the smell of wet soil
When the first raindrops fall on the ground under a cloudy sky, its smell conquers the heart. That smell is not found on the muddy roads of the city. In the village, in the open air, the smell of crops mixed with the wet soil seems to say—"Come, let's take a walk together."
Even if your feet get muddy, it is not a pain, but a kind of joy. Every step brings back childhood memories, a spiritual connection with the soil.
Water and reflections on the road
Water collects here and there on the dirt road, where you can see the sky, the shadows of trees, and sometimes the reflections of ducks or running children. You walk, and with each step, small circles are splashed in the water. The raindrops make a thumping sound in that water.
This scene seems to say silently—"Calm your mind, I am here."
A passerby with an umbrella, a running child, and a cow returning home. In the rain, each passerby has his own story to tell. Some are returning from school with wet bags, some are walking without an umbrella, with a towel on their shoulders, and some are walking slowly alone with an umbrella.
On the road, you can see a herd of cows returning, and some ducks are diving into the water on one side. Someone calls from a house on the side of the road and says, “Don’t get wet! Go have a cup of tea.” These small moments make the rain and the village a story of life.
Bamboo groves, the rustling of tree leaves, and the sound of the wind
Rows of trees can be seen on both sides of the road. Rainwater collects on the tips of the leaves and falls down. Bamboo groves and coconut trees sway in the wind. Occasionally, raindrops falling through the gaps in the leaves hit the skin—a wonderful sense of peace.
Walking on this path, I feel like I am finding myself again, as if the fatigue of life is being washed away by this rain.
The path is not the end, the beginning of an experience
This path does not want to end. Every bend seems to say, go a little further. Wherever I go, this rain, this path, this village is a part of my soul. Even if I get wet, my mind is refreshed.
Conclusion:
Walking in the rain on a village road is not just about going from one place to another. It is a spiritual journey, where nature takes your hand and takes you inside itself. You get wet not just with water, but with feelings.
📸🌧️ If you ever have time, leave the hustle and bustle of the city and walk in the rain on a village road. You will find back the lost you, maybe a peace that you have been searching for for a long time.




