Rain is so like you...
It was 7 in the evening, time for me to get back to my home from work.After enjoying backbiting of our Boss & Several goodbyes to my colleagues,I went to parking to get my bike.As I got out of basement parking, it was raining heavily.I decided not to wait for rain to stop n better to ride home, as I love rain. The trees were singing n shaking their heads with the lyrics of the bellowing wind.The pleasant sound of the raindrops were adding music, the thundering clouds in the sky were looking like a dark colored palette n the fragrance of the soil was mesmerising ...all these together were enough to create magic in the in the atmosphere, And I was one of the witnees of the Devine mojo. I was getting wet...n enjoying every drop of rain on me....the dribble of rain was reminding me of you...on the surp of the moment i went in to foretimes when we were together.....you n me....were we. The way we use to love each other n use to wait for rain.the way we use to make fee