Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.

How I wished it rained all the time in hyderabad!! It was a lovely evening the day before. I was downstairs enjoying an awesome match with the kids. Though, I guess I just started learning to play it( coz I am playing the gentleman's game after like 8yrs) hehe...my score doesnt go beyond 5 runs:( It was 6:30pm. Just the time when the sun glides down the starry sky. It was cloudy that day. Had been very hot in the afternoon. But what a change!! Just about the time for the final innings of our apts match, the kids realised it started drizzling. I was inside the garage talking to my friend. The gals just threw away the bats and came running to me, pushing me to the terrace. And on the terrace, the view was like.........wow!! It was beautiful! I drenched in the rain...literally everydrop kissing my skin. I loved the rain. I always do. be it the season or not. Playing in the puddles was my all time fav sport as a kid. Finally. it started gettin much heavier..the lightning and the bolts! The kids...you know...got scared. They came to me and started holding me tight. Aww...so cute. We sat below the tank. I still was enjoying the view.I was trying to hold as many drops as I could, by stretching out my arms. Then the kids felt it was time for a story. Told them the twilight one. All of them were gazing at me.. sitting around me and listening to me keenly. Was up on the terrace for like 3hrs. An evening I can never forget. An evening rain that washed my sorrows for a while!!
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