Dear Rain🌧
Dear Rain, The city is expecting you, the soil is eagerly waiting to be drenched. I talk to plants daily when I water them in the evening. I can tell from their faces that they are fed up with this everyday bathing with buckets and pipes. They have started complaining about the sunrays, the heat, the lack of wind and untouched pollen. The city is concentrated without you, and believe me it isn't that good. Everyone is secretly begging for your arrival, except for the yeomen, who are looking forward to their undisturbed yield and the stupid people who hate rain, who hate you! Huhh! My neighbour's children have already started singing songs, and making paper boats, so that when the city baths, they will just enjoy it by sending their boats off to sail! I too have started collecting colourful papers so that I could do the same. I just wish I could collect fallen frangipanis, bakulas and mogras and turn them into rings and bracelets, but the trees have gone, someone ...