“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
Sitting in a high rise, sipping on a cup of hot coffee, one can only romanticize the idea of raindrops falling on pretty flowers in the balcony. The reality is harsher. I look down on the “Kachcha” (mud) houses behind our complex and they are totally submerged under water. How do they see this rain. Surely not the same as me. Such is life.
It is such a beautiful thought Namita. So true.
We need to be grateful and also compassionate.
Thank you. Covid has made us all compassionate for sure.
My pleasure.
I adore a rainy day! 🌧
Same here 🙂