Megha re megha.....

It rained yesterday the first rain of this summer... the moment Siddharth saw it is raining he wanted to go in the rain... i was as always running after him to click him...

a poem of my childhood days came to my mind while writing this.. ( related to the importance of rain for the growth of rice in Punjab.. it is called oh God please shower the rain so that we have grains in our house) as we say in punjabi..

Rabba rabba minh barsa... sadi kothi danee pa...