When it is about to rain, I undergo a strange kind of happiness, I start thinking about the days, While going to school I enjoy drizzle feel in my face is a pleasant experience. The sky was filled with moderately black clouds. Suddenly, it started to drizzle. Soon, it turned into a heavy downpour. I was thrilled, to stepped out to the house.. The cool raindrops caressed my face. The tree branches swayed, the leaves dancing to the tune of the falling rain. Clouds were busy moving and some of them deposited themselves at the horizon. The sun hid behind the clouds feeling happy for an unexpected holiday the clouds brought along.
The melody of the rain, mixed with the noises of the surroundings, infused a new vigor in me. I looked at the moving clouds. ,. While moving, the clouds drew some figures on the white canvas of the sky. I still tried to put the artistic scene and my racing thoughts into words.(When the sky and the clouds are fighting the cloud is shedding tears that is rain).Then The mist that leads you to a walk in the clouds and a beckoning green that comforts in its lushness and purity. The colors of mud and sun-showers and trees that grow in the rain have become part of my mind.