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Rain-god

There is something cozy and crazy about rain, thunder, lightning raging outside while we sit in the relative comfort of our homes watching the sky open up. On Monday, it was pouring cats & dogs and I went to an old stone temple (unlike the modern ones designed in tiles giving them a bathroom-like feel) where rain water was gushing in. Yet it felt good to circumambulate the sanctum in the rain, matching our tread to the beats of thunder, listening to the pitter-patter of rain drops on the roof and later, sitting there silently wondering about the ultimate question that every human being asks within oneself -- is there god?
And finally, giving up and walking home, satisfied with the answer I see reflected in the faces of the believers present at the temple.

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