Saturday evening around seven, I witnessed the most-beautiful sunset ever. The bright-orange ball of fire glided down the sky, behind the puffed-up white clouds. Then, the sky turned pale orange. It was so magnificent. I saw white, blue, orange, and bright yellow turn into dark blue in a span of five minuscule minutes. The puffed-up white clouds disappeared and dark blue, almost black, ones overtook the sky. And then big, bold raindrops pattered on the car’s roof.
I love getting caught in the rain. I managed a hattrick this time. Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon, and Monday morning. Lovely.
I like the bathed trees and even the water-clogged Delhi streets cannot get my rain-spirits down. Oh and rain brings out the pleasant smell of freshly cut grass.
