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As I leaned out of the window in the classroom, I inhaled the fresh air carrying the smell of wet earth. \u00a0I looked up and saw clouds slowly gathering together so that they could shower their cool drops upon us down below. \u00a0The trees were swaying slowly in the light wind that had picked up. \u00a0It felt as if Mother Nature herself was getting ready for her dance in the rain.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The school bell had gone and off I went. \u00a0I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. \u00a0Up till now, the sky had been postcard perfect, but it was changing. \u00a0The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken and turned into gravel grey. \u00a0Large pillows of clouds were forming, blocking out the old gold colour of the sun. <\/span><\/p>\n

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I got the first spatter of rain when I was halfway across the road. \u00a0I took shelter under an old tree, hoping that I could see the shower out. \u00a0Droplets of moisture began to drip from the leaves. \u00a0They were sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener\u2019s hose. \u00a0Then the rainfall became more intense. \u00a0A wall of rain moved over the trees and the drops were drumming against the canopy. \u00a0So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into long whirring noise. \u00a0It reminded me of the motor blades on a helicopter. \u00a0Eventually, the noise lessened and the drops faded into a musical chime. \u00a0I opened my umbrella and kept walking back home.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sky was as dark as the devil\u2019s soul. \u00a0The world became cellular dark and the swelling and buckling sky was about to collapse onto me. \u00a0Then there was an explosion like a sonic boom and I feared for my safety. \u00a0Doom black clouds pregnant with malice, churned and roiled. \u00a0They looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool. \u00a0A clanking sound could be heard from the sky. \u00a0It was as if a huge anvil was being dragged across the vault of heaven against its will. \u00a0Buzzing and hissing, they trembled with the anger of being shackled to the sky since time began. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Cold glistering water droplets fell lazily from the dreary and overcast sky to the ground. \u00a0The rain was truly an astounding thing. \u00a0It was Mother Nature\u2019s laser light show and drippy fireworks all in one. \u00a0All my senses focused on one point, listening to the \u2018drip drip\u2019 and the \u2018boom boom\u2019 symphony playing around me. My mind was racing with excitement. \u2018Drip drip. Boom boom. \u2026\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

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Everyone and everything looked fresh. \u00a0The sound of falling rain was pleasing to the ears. \u00a0No one minded the inconvenience of wet umbrellas, soaking shoes and wet clothes. \u00a0The plight of bus travelers was of course pitiable. \u00a0Buses were late and overcrowded. \u00a0It might be quite pleasant to take a brisk walk in the rain. \u00a0Nobody liked standing in the queue in wet clothes with drops from other people\u2019s umbrellas dropping down the back with cold clammy frequency. \u00a0The street urchins were having a great time playing in the streets, floating boats on the sides of the roads where the water was flowing fast. \u00a0Splash! \u00a0A vehicle passed through a puddle near me. \u00a0It seemed that it was late for an important meeting. \u00a0My trousers were wet and my shoes were soaked in water. \u00a0I really hated this feeling, which made me dash back home. <\/span><\/p>\n

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I could hear the wind tugging at the trees, and small droplets of water left trails as they rolled down the dark glass. \u00a0A large boom echoed in the far away mountains, and the rumbling claps of thunder shook the city. \u00a0I love the thrill of thunderstorm. \u00a0It was like that some primal instinct was coming to tell me to run far away from this mighty storm. \u00a0This is the nature.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But beyond expectation, from nowhere, an amazing burst of wild colour darted across the blue sky. \u00a0The beauty of it took my breath away. \u00a0A neatly spread rainbow shone as freshly as one from a storybook. \u00a0The sun came out as if it had been newly refreshed after its long drizzling nap. \u00a0The air was crisp with a sharp and sweet perfume that smelt like roses in bloom. <\/span><\/p>\n

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The sweet smelling perfume floated up like music from a violin and brightened the clouds. \u00a0Rain is truly as essential part of an amazing and beautiful world.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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