The rain..the much waited rain started...
The river, even if she is from mounatin, always loved rain..She belived, rains are essential for a river like her..even if she has the adored snowy streams coming from mountain each day...She beleived rains are there to make her strong, to make her evolve...sweet sound of raindrops falling on her shore reminds her of the sweet sound of sparlikg water drops in the snowy mountain, where the river grew up in when she was young...
But the rain started was not the rain she ever imagined..it was not a rain of sweet drops falling from sky and kissing her surface..its the rain coming from not upabove, but from just high upper layer/..The rain was so heavy ..that it flooded the river and the side..the surface got hurt by each fierce and dangling drop...In pain, the river noticed, she is losing herslef..she is losing control of her flow...The sky was dark, the wind was unheard, the moon was absent, the twinkles were missing...Only Dark water and fierce rain..In her entire path from the mountain to the lakes to the sand, never ever the river faces such a rain..it was not a rain that can kiss hr surface and abosrobed in her pure water, but the kind of rain that'll hurt the surface, distort the banks, flood the sides....
What should I do, should I beg the cloud to stop? But he is nit listening..he is still getting mroe and more vapor, he is getting darker..why is he not listening? why he is so curel?
The river remembered the old days..when the same could was much lighter..like a soft cotton bal, and the rain was there in breezy afternoons..The same cloud used to bring fresh rain water and used to enrich her with tender drops..
What happened to those days? Why things got chnaged? Is it my fault? Is it the cloud who chnaged? Or is the scorching sun and amibience...
The river cried, in anger, in pain, in frustration...
No body was there to listen to her.......
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