It was a fine evening last year perhaps in july. The sun was setting and driven by the soothing breeze I decided to go out and bring a dvd to watch in the night. The shopkeeper sent with me a lad to install the dvd player. When I was driving back to the shop it started raining a little. It was so good to drive my 150 CC in such a time that I told to myselt "wow it's gonna rain tonight I will enjoy it fully". The lad sitting behind me told in a very low voice "plz don't dream for this sir, last night's rain took away my hovel and I and my family had to sit right under the clounds who were drenching us again and again rudely, I have nothing to hold my family tonight". Since then whenever it rains and I take a cup of tea sitting on my porch I enjoy the god's gift dropping but I don't feel it that way now.
