Essay on A RAINY DAY | 500+ words English Essays

 

Essay on A RAINY DAY

I always like a rainy day, even if it be in winter. I do not mind the cold. The showers wash away all did, cleanse the air and give a freshness to the plants and trees. And a rainy day in summer is par excellent.

We had a rainy day last June. The night before, I remember very well, was particularly close. We could not sleep •at all. The only consolation was the occasional croak of a frog from a ditch nearby our house. That was an indication that rain was coming. The next morning Soon there was an occasional roar of thunder and flash of lightning. It looked like a thunderstorm. Then hail-stones began to fall heavily. It seemed as if the heavenly artillery was busy all over the sky. Soon everything was covered in the white blanket. The leaves, fruits, flowers, and branches of the trees had fallen down •as a result of this rapid firing from the sky.

 

It stopped hailing after fifteen minutes, but the heavy shower continued for about an hour. Outside there were pools of water everywhere. The drains were overflowing and the rainwater was standing in all the low-lying areas of the city. We found it difficult to pass along the lane in front of my house. But I had to attend my classes. I waded in the mud and water and reached the college to learn that the Principal had already closed the college for the day. Many students were enjoying the rainy day by crowding in the corridors of the classrooms, shouting, and singing songs. Some young boys were bathing in the rainwater, others were drenched to the skin.

 

The mud roofs of the poor people were leaking Some of them were busy throwing out buckets of water. The poor people were grumbling and complaining about the rainfall. One after another the fast-moving motor car splashed muddy water at people going on foot and their clothes were Spoiled. We saw a fat man coming in a hurry carrying an open umbrella in one hand and a bundle of books 'in the other. Right in front of the college gate he slipped and fell down.

 

Seeing this I recollected. Nazir Akbar Abadi's Poem "Barsat Ki Baharain" (the Pleasures of Rain) and was greatly impressed by his keen observation. We shouted and laughed at him, but some of us rushed to his rescue. We raised him up with great difficulty. All his books were spoiled. I returned home Lin the rain, thoroughly soaked. But who cared? Psychologists say that soaking in the rain has? sexually satisfying effect on the youth. I was really very satisfied and happy. In the afternoon, the rain stopped. 

There was a rainbow in the sky. The children were thrilled by the sight of it. Everything looked clean and bright. How cool and pleasant it was.! No one could imagine that it was the month of June. But the mud was there. Mud that had spoiled all the pleasure of a rainy day. We knew that the mud would be there for some time to remind us of that wonderful day. Couldn't there be rain without the mud!