In economics scarcity is the term used for non available items and a scarce item would have a greater market value which implies its importance. Similarly the place where I grew was scarce with rain and clouds. So whenever Rain comes to land I have extraordinary feelings of Happiness and emotional beautifulness. I wished this season to last forever. But it never happens and would never happen. But when I migrated to my new place the rains were not scarce. But this time At my current location the Rain became scarce extraordinarily, it never happened according to locals that the rain would have not come to land in this area for more than a month but this time it was about four months since last good rain.
Everyone was impatiently praying and wishing for the weather of heaven. The Rain. I mean 😛
On penta day of binary month of twenty ten weather forecast said of rain but the sky was dry. But my sixth sense with emotional nose felt the scent of rain and wet land of pure. And after six hours it started happening. That night I was too excited. The next day was more amazing , yepp the rain lasted one more day wow. But there was still more to come because the forecast further said rain was predicted to last till octal day of binary month of twenty ten and hurrah it was long weekend also. Amazing time it was, most people settled out for tours toward murree. But due to rubbish assignment on disgusting microprocessor unimportant history I was compelled to cage myself in the same jungle of rhetorical engineering institute. Anyhow nice time of life it was we enjoyed leisure talking on khan’s khooka, birdy views of jungle of misery, and darkly enlightened reservation “The room”. We also enjoyed some coffee recipies , Kanor Yakhni and exciting tea breaks from internet hell.
And last I am simply in Love with rains.