![]() All around me were ecstatic faces, broad smiles and people standing in the rain with open arms, heads cast to the sky. I started the day, as the rain began to fall softly, by filming a bit of it for my own personal use, and to share happily with friends and family with the simple caption – It’s finally raining! As the morning progressed and the rain began to harden in a steady stream, I again couldn’t help raising my phone’s camera to capture the joy around me as the whole of my neighbourhood celebrated. There was much to say about how happy we all were to see these big, heavy drops of water fall from the sky, and drip from trees and roofs. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. ![]() Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. I heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. The sky was tar-black and the big clouds were moving towards me. Life-giving, energy restoring, re-affirming rain, that suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you. But last week, Delhi and its outskirts felt the first spell of summer rains. It’s really ‘awful’ was everybody’s reaction. Henry Wadsworth LongfellowĪcross everyone’s lips for the last few months has been the talk of summers. The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
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