I miss the rain in Bangladesh, some of the memories have faded over time, but sometimes I can hear the rain hitting the damp soil like it was yesterday. The hail stones would increase the volume as they bounced off the tin roof.
It was a welcome break from the heat, but we would have to come inside if the water got to high.
There were times when the rain made its home and decided not to leave, the water would rise and we would be able to take a boat straight from our house.
Thank you for sharing and bringing back such great memories
RE: Unfading Memories of Rain