‘Rain, rain go away, come again some other day’, I distinctly remember these lines from a silly song we would sing as children when at school. Confined inside the classroom, we would solemnly stare at the non-stop patter and listen to the drops crashing upon the tinned roof. Will the rain ever stop, someone would... Continue Reading →
January Rain
The little drops came slow, falling like a silk sheet soaking the earth in a coldness and colouring it in a shade of grey much like the sky above. A little drizzle through the afternoon soon metamorphosed into a continuous rain by dusk, cold for a cold January and no longer odd. Mushroomed the umbrellas,... Continue Reading →