Rain brings happiness in life
It’s raining here in Dunedin and I’m on my bed gazing at the moon- playing hide and seek with the clouds. I love rain and it brings fond memories of my hometown back in Nepal. When I close my eyes, the images of my days back home come to me as in a Kaleidoscope. The pitter patter of rain brings a childlike smile on my face. My old fantasies of making rhythmic music on these sounds popped up in my mind. I can see the cloudy sky and a part of the moon, which used to look exactly the same back home. I look from my window, the raindrops fall on the leaves of a tree, and these leaves hold the drops for a fraction of a second and finally drops down. Some drops are reflecting the moonlight and appear like pearls in the trees. I could also see other lights through the trees somewhere in the other corner of the city, which again takes me back to my home town and reminds me of my villagers returning back from a paddy field with a flashlight in their hand. In Nepal, we have a monsoon climate