Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain...

After a thirsty stretch of summer, the rumbling clouds came pouring. They released that capturing fragrance of mud that charms us more deliciously than rich, dark chocolate. The dazzle of the distant setting sun behind the perforations of the plum or coconut tree leaves allure us like that yellow candy - the love of our childhood. The geese flap their wings in cheers to this setting sun as the horizon threw a riot of colors in their waters from the usual dirty greenish blue to a vermillion, purple,yellow and gray.
As the city romanced dripping and drenching under colorful brollies and parasols, doling out an extra helping of love and kisses for sultry flickers in the chilly air; the ladies bearing the fountains, sat white and cold, bristled by the showers.