In early days when it rained, the feeling was to curse the rain which prevented from going out. The stolen recess hours of school was a dreadful memory. The evening home coming in the drenched outfit was also not good then. But on a holiday the feeling where exactly the reverse. The games in rain, the view of the paddy fields, catching crabs, fishing in the rain.. all were sweet time pass which can never return.
Now the attitude towards rain is same in all days. Its a fabulous feeling. The coolness it gives is wonderful. There was a day when two of us drove the 15km stretch of NH66 bye-pass which was then half open, fully drenched in the rain. That was awesome.
The last friday night drive also gave a great view to remember. Usually it was the scenic beauty that could be enjoyed. But this time nature poured down with full vigour in front of us leaving the roads unclear, filled with water and heavy droplets falling right on our windshield.
The beauty of rain is beyond words. Let us enjoy the monsoon.
Now the attitude towards rain is same in all days. Its a fabulous feeling. The coolness it gives is wonderful. There was a day when two of us drove the 15km stretch of NH66 bye-pass which was then half open, fully drenched in the rain. That was awesome.
The last friday night drive also gave a great view to remember. Usually it was the scenic beauty that could be enjoyed. But this time nature poured down with full vigour in front of us leaving the roads unclear, filled with water and heavy droplets falling right on our windshield.
The beauty of rain is beyond words. Let us enjoy the monsoon.
