The sky was roaring, the clouds were clashing with all their might and after some thunder and lightning, it has begun to pour. Only once in a while do we have such outbursts , when the smell of the earth can be described with the word 'petrichor', when sights and smells of monsoons come flooding back to mind, rainy holidays. There are drizzles, there is pitter-patter all throughout the day. My window is drenched, the lagoons don't stop running across the glass. As I look out, all I can see are winds of water lifting themselves from one roof to another, like vapours, like fog.


........ and that was just a dream. but a b'ful one:) loved it!

rain.... come soon!

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