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Rainy bliss

After what seemed to be months, I got the chance of getting wet in rain yesterday evening. It rained heavily with hail stones right at the time I started from office. It was heavenly. I was waiting every evening with eager looks at the sky and was rewarded yesterday. When everyone ran for shelter, I walked leisurely and got bemused looks from the shivering, sheltered men and women. At home, mom anticipated my soaked condition even before she opened the door. My luck with rain, however, ran out today, for, the sun has refused to make way for the clouds and is shining brightly making me want to push him from his place and bring the rain clouds in.
Speaking of rain, I learnt the farmers were happy with the rain whereas the city-dwellers are a grumpy lot. It is funny to see that the very city people who lived in villages earlier and used to be happy when it rained, make a lot of fuss and grumble now when it rains

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  1. You are a very talented young lady - your command of the english language and your gentle musings capture a moment in time with real finesse. I relax by taking photographs and have to say - if you took the photograph on your profile you have a very definite gift! Catherine

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  2. Thanks. Unfortunately, the picture on my profile was not taken by me.

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