I Met Him in the Rain

. . . . . It was then I noticed his presence across the street. He had his head tucked under his shoulders and was trying to avoid the rain by huddling in a corner but one could see that he was certainly shivering. But none of the people passing by tired to help him because for them, he was just a dog. . . . .

Drops of Rain

…….. When we reached our homes, we were wet to the bone, our clothes damp, water drops lingering on the tips of our hair and stupid grins stuck on our faces. We knew that we would fall ill and would be stuck in bed, but it didn’t matter. It was one if those moments when life becomes blissful and we were not going to let go of such a chance. We were determined to enjoy to our fullest. ……