It is completely dark here till six in these parts of the country. The raindrops glittered in the streetlight. Pearls of joy. Suddenly I saw a Sagar the great Ipte running out in the rain - still sleepy and groggy and jumping around, splashing water. I ran downstairs. Into the rain. So we jumped together. Such fun. The red soil formed red-soil coloured puddles all around. The wind was cold and I was shivering. Came upstairs.
Took a warm bath. Made myself some Earl Grey from the pack Dibyo had given me. Sipped tea as I sat by the window looking at the pouring rain. Called the Poo who was only too happy to be woken up by such news of merriment. Thankfully I had, before my ritualistic rain dance, managed to click a picture that I will so graciously post for your viewing pleasure.
So there goes my monday morning blues. Out of the window. What better way to start a week?
Oh and I found this post from earlier on in life.
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i miss rain. i want rain. u are never onlline anymore!
ReplyDelete"To think that it will always rain like this, no matter where we are, what we are doing, how we are in life!... Will it not make you smile, inside... To know that it’s the same rain that got you soggy on your way back home from some lousy tuition after school?" -- these lines, written in May 2008, go so well with this post. :)
ReplyDeleteYes. It is. I was reading all my rain posts in the morning. There are quite a number of them.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could. I will definitely ping you one of these days. I hope it rains in Lahore soon.
ReplyDeletenice!
ReplyDeleteI sometimes come here just to be with you for a bit.
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