Rain….and it is as if every hue in nature is washed and scrubbed, green, the meadows are awash with color, the shadow of hills is a blue blur in the background, the trees are drooping with blossoms, it is like an idyllic stroll through nature’s own backyard, the sky is a gloomy as if in anger, the clouds will cackle and vent their fury of rain on us, a flock of birds fly by, a sea of white over the vast blue overhead. Amongst this all, a solitary train trudges along, where people are occupied with their own worries, and the song of nature goes unheard…
Rivulets spring up, as if offsprings of the canals and rivers. Boats stand by, as if waiting for the season’s catch

The pastures roll on as far as the eyes span…meeting the foot of the mountains, as if in reverence….No dazzling electronic wonders can ever compete with the sheer beauty of a tree with the overhanging boughs providing solace in its green arms….The tall trees at the end of the meadows, standing as if sentinels over the entire grasslands, a house nestled in the hills, a cozy abode….

A river meanders along, as if unsure of her path and is ambling along.

Evening comes and darkness falls. Wisps of smoke rise, as if chorusing in unison the onset of night…

Nightbells ring, temple bells toll, and the crickets, birds, bees, and insects start their opera for the night

Morning dawns, and people go about their business of making a living, and forgetting life in the interim.That is what nature is… an exquisite princess, a tempestuous woman in fury, the comfort of a mother’s arms….a woman in all her shades