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Creepers on the metal grill appeared extraordinarily happy when I wake up this morning. The sparrows, the squirrels were too more playful. Who ever I faced smiled at me and I smilled back in return...

Yes, what can be more soothing than the first summer rain and how can my blog miss such an important celebration of nature!

I struggled all the day to steal some time out of the schedule to type a few words, to put down the feelings that last night's downpour created in my heart and mind...that I resisted the temptation to go out in the rain, thinking of the grueling week ahead...but as ill luck would have it, there was hardly any time and now it was too late to write anything.

But these entire quandaries just evaporated when I read what my new found blog mate wrote about the rains last night…Dilli me Barsaat

"The city is rocking. And the first real rains of this season have come in style. I just came back from a ritual I have been doing as long as I can remember. Had a great time getting wet in the rains..."

My agitated heat settled down after reading the whole expression. I liked it. At least for me there's nothing more remained to be said of the rain...

Hats off Pi

Photo courtsey


jac said…
I am just waiting for another rain. Here the first rain lasted just an hour.

I am waiting...

But lovely to hear about yours.
Mindinside said…
GOOd news ..
I love the rain and walking carelessly under the rain.

Good to know ur smiling.
adi said…
now i know why u commented that on my 'dilli ki baarish'
pi has an interesting blog
dwaipayan said…
i love getting wet in rain... it always manages to make my soul wet along with my body.

there was a time when i use to avoid rain for my sinusitis. but then i realized that the pleasure is much more than that cold.
and believe me, I never have a cold when i enjoy the rain...

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