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        Remember a time you enjoyed rain – it merrily coming from a distant, bringing the smell of sand; trees dancing to its beat, kids escaping from their mother’s clutch; the bonding we feel with nature. I sometimes ask myself: When did we miss this? Today, in the backdrop of floods, land-slides, and other disasters, when rain comes, all I see is fear looming in each and every eyes; wondering of floods, abandoned homes, dear ones lost, …. Where did we went wrong? Do we want to instill the same fear for the generations to come? So, this is my brick! Welcome all.

Rain.

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Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. --Langston Hughes

The Wolf and Her.

Stoic was she, with a gentle smile,
faced the storm, without complaint;
As enemies they met and stayed,
but with two hearts for no hate.

           Knowing he, the Wolf, may kill her smile,
           the Nature then shall lose her grace,
           for enough is enough for the pain she had;
           but parting for him is too hard to bear.

                 Yet he ran in the woods, deeper and deeper,
                 still with a heart for no hate,
                 and deeper and deeper, to save her smile!