The flora sucks in through their roots the heavenly life-giving water of rain-drops. Wild plants grow here and there with unparalleled vigor. From many stranded seeds sprout forth new buds of various known and unknown plants.
Though it is considered as the blessing, sometimes it becomes sufferings. Not a single member of the animal world remains thirsty.
After the rain is over, people come out of their houses.
Some of them even float paper-boats in the flooded streets.
The supply of food also increases in the rainy season. During the rainy season, it often rains torrentially.
Likewise, in the hearts of humourist people arise the forlorn and forgotten memories of the past; they would perhaps bring a perfection to the incomplete pleasure of life.
I was to pay a visit to my sister at Thriuttani which is at a distance of 75 kilometers form my place. When at last the rain stopped, I was hardly in shape to carry on my journey.
I was getting into the blue when it started raining and it’s rained the way it has never rained. The stalls and the temporary structures for the shops at the bus stop dripped.
I was acquiring into the blue when it started raining and it’s rained the manner it has ne’er rained. The stables and the impermanent constructions for the stores at the coach halt dripped. It was a commiseration to see people running after their articles.
Water collected more quickly than it went down the drains. chairs and little tabular arraies kept for clients outside the stores and stables began to drift in the lifting watercourse of rain H2O.