Short Essay On Rainy Day.I love a rainy day; I have always liked it immensely'. I have never thought about the reason for it, but I think that it was because I was born in Murree hills.
It rains there quite frequently and people believe the rains to be the signs of God's mercy and blessing upon humanity. I often stand on the roof of my house and face the hills on the north and watch the clouds gather.
When the lightning lights up the tip of the surging mass and passes through with a forked quiver or bursts out in flashes similar to - bursting shells, I feel ecstasy.
As the big drops fall patteringly, I keep standing till I am drenched to the skins. Of course, this is during the summer.
It rains there quite frequently and people believe the rains to be the signs of God's mercy and blessing upon humanity. I often stand on the roof of my house and face the hills on the north and watch the clouds gather.
When the lightning lights up the tip of the surging mass and passes through with a forked quiver or bursts out in flashes similar to - bursting shells, I feel ecstasy.
As the big drops fall patteringly, I keep standing till I am drenched to the skins. Of course, this is during the summer.
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