A rainy day

If one asks me of my dearest pastime I could say watching drip-drap of rain through my window. Rain has a magical charm over me. It might be that I am a Capricorn. It was a Monday morning, the beginning of horrible maths and physics and chemistry classes in school. The sweet note of ringing rain-balls wake me up and as I opened my eyes. I found a drowsy earth out there. But it sounded sweeter to my ear when mom declared that I would not have to go to school that day. The drum of joy started beating on my nerve. I did not care to leave my bed. Mom might have been cooking hotchpotch in her kitchen. For the sweet smell of my dish thrilled the atmosphere. I played Tagore’s songs on rainy season in my music system. The occasional clapping of clouds added spice to my mood. I wished the day might continue till the last day of the earth.