In the heavy rain, I could see trees only in less green as shadows, br and the lights in a beautiful but a distorted way, br That does not mean my eyes gone bad br and trees lost its green sheen and the light is weak br The virtual frame formed of dew drops only add beauty to nature, br Sometimes, our views are also blocked by the pouring br It may be our own tears, struggle and fleeting joy, br That gives us a new vision to life, nature and relationships. br The pulsating music of drops on the rooftop is different br So the music of plummet on the leaves and window panes. br Life is awesomely distinctive at same phenomenon br How we receive it matters most. br A long trail on a narrow path in the woods in the downpour br refreshes the mind, br and a gushing stream calms down the scattering thoughts, br How a river holds its mighty water and keeps the boundary...a mystery br Rain in midnight can mesmerize one, br Open the panes, and listen to its dark music, br and see how the weak beam of light trying to seep through the droplets.. br I feel rain is the symphony of nature with its own band br The dark clouds, the occasional deafening thunder, br Overburdened plummets, the quivering leaves, br The wet sparrows, the home coming cattle in the noon, br The tiny stars, splashy streams, overflowing rivulets br and finally the rainbow – the everlasting promise of God.