Rainbow scent of rain.

- Distance- Raksha Shukla

When it rains,

How much rain fell.

Cash me a little bit of pain,

A little rain in hand.

A dry tree kept getting wet.

Which was the final link to the rain.

Where does the scene stand?

The alley is also narrowly rainy.

There the memory jumped out the window,

I then folded the rain.

- Radhika Patel

The monsoon comes and everything is measured. Like Jenny Tewad. Taking a shower in the rain is a precious reward. If you run straight to the pods by putting your forgotten feet in the rain, then understand that the sensations and sensations are still alive..that means you too. If Manji shows a runaway attitude by soaking up the disadvantages of soaking in the rain, then no one can stop you from getting old. The first drop of rain is an earthenware bottle that soothes the heat-stricken body and the mind hypnotized by Facebookia hypnosis. A drop of rain is the gravel of the monsoon which descends to the soul. At such a time, the nonsensical question of 'Man kayu baheka re baheka ...?' Should be put aside and 'Mood Mood Ke Na Dekh Mood Mood Ke' should be danced. He turned around and saw that he was dead. No matter how many weights of time, circumstances will stick. If you give any mind to the mind, it will start immediately ... There is still a lot of work to be done, .. Do you know how to take a bath now ?, ... Then what will happen when you get sick? Etc. Etc ... But is it just a matter of tasting the rain with your eyes? It should be worn, covered, covered with a song of 'Bhinjaya'. Otherwise, in the words of Ramesh Parekh, such a wax can be found that ... 'The people on whom such rain has not rained are totally miserable ... Who fills the hole of the Akkarmi's paddy, which serves TV. ? '. Poets' pens are sown in the monsoon and Lelum poetry is born.

Once upon a time, teenagers used to scratch their thighs in the mud in the rain. When it rains, Jagjit Singh's song 'Wo kagaz ki kashti, wo barish ka pani ...' is all sung. Next year, it is fun to run out of the house and put the boat floating in the water flowing in the street. Whoever's boat goes far away, his boat is still floating in the water. That is why Bhavsagar does not float with a paper boat. In this, the boat of good deeds is yours. Mud races are held abroad in the mud from which we get frustrated. Now some organizations are organizing special monsoon games. Harjeet is not very important in that. It has to spoil the fun of the season. So playing volleyball, football or cricket in the rain is a unique taste. When we return home, there is a cold or health condition after the mother or grandmother has prepared a hot meal. Also, if you can enjoy the feast of hot bhajiya in it, it smells like gold (bhajiya).

In literature, almost every creator's pen must have tasted the rain a little bit. It's also fun to soak in the rain-soaked words. Harindra Dave says that ...

'Come on, it's rainy season,

Let it rain

Zanzwan ho ke ho dariyav,

Let's get thirsty. '

Like the rank, we keep an umbrella, raincoat or rain shoes ready for the monsoon when it is not possible to absorb the rain with two hands wide. The house is overflowing. The downpour is the nectarine grace of the Most Gracious God. Kavishree Harshad Chandarana says that ...

'Exactly a Sonamhor

There is a splash like,

The treasure is overflowing,

It's raining money '

The same poet does not like sprinkled nagapuga so he wears a rainbow. However, this is not the case for everyone. People living in mud huts are shocked by such rains. For those whose loved ones are far away, this rain is also a size. "I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying," says Charlie Chaplin. If it rains at the time of leaving the office, it is true that those who do not have a plastic bag should use precaution and say, 'Hey, did this parent come just now?'. Tell me, when will it come? The rains had to send a yaksha to inform such Nawabs in advance of their arrival. This unexpected rain makes everyone run like a sudden falling red. Husbands also have to be marathon runners to get dried food or clothes on the terrace. Furniture like a sofa, which enters from the window through the grandfather, does not steep, so you have to run to move it. If there is a shortage of water, one has to run under the neva or dhaba pipe to collect rain water in a bucket or tray. In the sweet sleep in the agaci, while we are sleeping, a few drops are rubbed as if it is a little boy, as if all the limbs are numb, to remain unmoved. If the drizzle stops, it will be easier to get out of bed. But the brother and sister lying on the side should not be overwhelmed by the virtue of that steadfastness at all, so then just wake up and let go ... If it rains like a raider, then you have to take off the mattress and run away. Otherwise, it is time to take the soaked mattress to the cage, in which being active comes at our own expense.

If it is a matter of rain and if we do not involve the premise, then the river-ditch of the sensation that is flowing in the monsoon will dry up, as if someone has ordered a 'stop' and 'standstill' the half-rained cloud! In the monsoon, not only the girlfriend but also the wife has to remember who says 'Hi hi a majboori, ye mausam aur ye doori, teri do takiya ki naukri re mera lakho ka sawan jaye ..' The rain is considered to be a great injustice if Haiyu's hand is left when the rain of Reemzim is scattered from the sky. Even in our folk song, the heroine says that ... 'Lightning flickers in the abyss, light drizzle in the year, meh, pink, I will not go to work'. If someone is getting drunk on the radio playing 'Tip Tip Barsa Pani ...' or 'Kate Nahin Katte Yeh Din Yeh Raat ...' and sipping hot tea, he does not know that music and also Naushad, Kalyanji or Madan Mohan's ... so what! Rainy songs and also Rafi, Lata, Asha, Mukesh or Talatna..so what! What is its magic? It is understood only after immersion in it. Everything seems trivial to that music and only two hands rise above the ahobhav towards God and the mind shouts' Sadhu, sadhu .. 'Ajhun Aaye Balma ...', 'Garjat Barsat Sawan Aayo Re ..', Pyaar Hua, Ikrar Hua Hai ..., For the song ... 'Dolly got up after listening. If we list such songs, it will not be surpassed.

But a person who cuts trees haphazardly must learn one thing to protect the trees. Plant more trees. Only if we plant trees will it attract our vital and vital rain. Accepting this truth as a moral duty and also for the protection of the public interest decreases man's vigilance. Otherwise, our generation will suffer the consequences. The memory of rain illuminates the fragrance of clouds in the distant sky.