'''The July Rain'''

        July rain, July rain! How to write what this is... I can not explain... It is magic, it is love. It can not be writen on pages. You need some moments to feel it; some precious magical moment that you can never forget. Only one raindrop can give you a new life at the state of destruction. Only one drop can enchant music in your rock-solid heart. A single raindrop can inspire the artist in you. But the July rain is just more than it... it is more beautiful. There is something different in its gentle shower. Its pouring sound resounds as the sweetest music of the year. The heavenly smell of the wet earth can bewitch even a wizard. The darkened wet greenery, the pearl like rain drops on the emerald green grass - can you forget them even if you want to? How can you dememorised the walk on the wet street under the starry sky. Can you forget those blinking streetlamps undrer which she curled to you? 

    Don't know about the others, but I feel to be the creator in that heavy down pour. Its touch is heavenly as a smile at a suffocated situation from someone you love the most. It reminds me the school days, first love; doesn't it?
    You will feel your existence is blowing away in the rainy winds.
And the post rain beauty of the golden setting Sun, gold patches on the sky, rain bathed flowers, the drowsyness of silence stop you from hiding the tears.

     If you can, cry loudly in the shower stretching your hands. You will be free from all the bondages you bear. And while doing this, try to listen what the rain is trying to whisper you. She will tell you a beautiful story. A story so old and mysterious. It is about how the the rose saplings lift their head in the battle fields. She will say, "I am Life, I am love, I am the blessings HE sent". Try to believe her

I have thrown my feelings wide open. But those are noyhing but scribles. As I have told, it can not written on pages; you need some moments to feel it - some precious magical moments that you can never forget. Believe me!!