The Summer Rain

This article was written in The Spring, April  of 2003, when I was in in first year of Engg College in Bhubaneswar . 

I still remember sitting in my hostel room in the BJB Colony & watching the first summer rain .. We were a group of girls who lived our best days and enjoyed the most crazy ways .. 

The sky was full of old grey stooping clouds all hanging out from their lounging place to enjoy the first cool breeze of summer rain.

The onset of Spring,buds & seedlings all sprayed in one hue, like green   "manna" sprinkled all the way from heaven.

A bloom in all bosoms, swinging in the melodies of the cuckoo.

The world all swimming in a ocean of gayness....

Then suddenly all the grey clouds darkened in one hard voice of the striking thunder and slowly, one by one lovely pearl drops full with the passionate desire to merge with the earth's crust keeps wailing from above.

The fluffy,long aged pearly silver drops of water wept and soiled the earth in sorrow of leaving their heavenly abode , but they churned their sadness into happiness by designing and fabricating their new sinful wonderful home , the earth with the brightest rainbow ever.

This is an illustration of how the rain drops leaves their homes, the clouds their parents, and travel miles downwards spreading happiness and greenery throughout ..

Someplaces which are not your home can yet be the most beautiful place to live in , only if you have the desire to make it so .