There were thunderstorms, bright flashes of lights like happy heavens on a selfie spree and the waterworks did not stop. Not even when the earth threatened to tilt over under the sheer weight of broken clouds pouring down on a certain part of this country.
The rains did not stop, not even on Sunday, though they were reduced to a gentle simper or merciful giggle of their earlier barbaric versions of violent imitations of broken dams.
Venturing out to stare at flowers would probably be the first act that'd be enough to assign anyone to a loony bin on a day like this, but since when did a little harmless walk on a sunless rainy day ever be such a bad thing.
True it's not the the day for your favourite pair of suede shoes but you've not known wonders until you've walked out under a mellow drizzle, huddled under an umbrella and stared at flowers..because flowers as beautiful as they are on a sunny bright day tend to look oddly prettier when they're bejeweled, bedewd and soaked to the stamens with opalescent raindrops.
What do I say? Rains aren't always as bad. Perhaps you'd grow to love them in a park, in a garden, under a tree surrounded by flowers.
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