Rain is enjoyed most by children than adolescents. I remember to flash off in the rain and mama calling me out to go back lest I might catch fever and flu. But the most beautiful thing about childhood is that we don’t listen. I loved the rain drops falling on my face, sometimes I even opened mouth to taste heavenly drops because I believed it was God who just opened the tapes. Villages get muddy in rain, but I didn’t care. Then I grew up! Recently I really enjoyed rain at my village and Karachi city. I felt like running and playing in the rain and just release myself of everything artificial. Here are few pictures I managed to take.
Fiddle & the Drum 