It was raining in the yard. As it was a little cold, she covered herself with a sheet. Still she could not sleep. There is no way to turn around and look. She got up there and entered the room. Turn on the light. Both the window panes slowly opened. She looked through the window of the room and what fun Rain. She was enjoying the smell of the rain falling on the fresh soil and the tarat song of the rain.

As it was night, the rain could not get wet, so he played with his hand through the windowpane and hit the raindrops. It seemed that the seven colors of the rainbow had a dream wing. Today, she thought, this rain will be love for loving minds and companionship for lonely souls.

She leans on the windowsill and enjoys the rain and reminisces about her childhood. What fun it was then. In those days, copper leaves and banana leaves were used more than umbrellas to prevent water from falling on my head. More than that, I liked the rain in the month of June more. It was a short distance to go to the school I studied in those days. Put on new clothes and get ready in the morning. When you get down to go, it starts raining. Then, to keep the rain from getting wet, he takes the umbrella and says that he will keep the skirt tight and go without getting wet, and then goes down. Mother's eye will listen to those who hide. After that, you will walk through the water in the valley and cross the rubber fence to reach the road. By the time she gets to the school verandah after hunting and enjoying the kallar sweets from the roadside shop there, she will be wet and covered with mud on the back of her skirt. Then it will be thrown away and gone to class. Nothing will be taught in the class because of heavy rain. So he would have looked at the rain. When it rained, he used to sit and watch the raindrops falling on the leaves of the tree branches and the crow sitting on the tree branch and crying.

Then in the afternoon, I used to sit in the cold of the rain and eat hot porridge and lentils and play with my friends. Then in the evening, when I go home, my mother gives me hot coffee and tea, and after drinking it, I sit in the yard making a paper boat in the rain water. So she kept remembering each and every one. Suddenly the electricity went out. She awoke from her reverie, closed the window panes and warmed up the sheets.

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