when thw first rain drop falls on my face, i feel i am in haven i feel fresh ... when the first rain drop falls on my face... when a new life is given to a baby plant i feel relived ,i feel good..... the dry harsh mud turns into a smooth clay ... when the 1st rain drop falls on the ground... the grass comes above the clay of mud and grows higher and higher .. it smiles and dances with the wind.... i can also see tears of happiness in the eyes of the poor farmer who thinks that at-least now he can sleep in peace in the expatiation of a good harvest.... the irritating voice of the frog say that hes free and is ready to dance in the rain of joy..... when the first rain drop falls on the ground....
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