One rainy day

I enjoy walking in rain. Slowly, With floating thoughts, imagining something. That day the style of rain was so monotonous (It was neither so forceful nor too slow) that I started loosing my self in its sound, I was walking habitually towards home from school for lunch with out much explicit effort.

I was happy that I forgot umbrella at home in the morning and I didn’t have my books bag on my shoulders. All my siblings ran towards home as mom insisted them not to play in the rain. But I didn’t run, I didn’t want to loose the chance. Suddenly my thought flow got disturbed for a cry of a kid. He was screaming “mommmm” and he was not able to take back his breath .

I could understand that he has missed his way home in the rain. I recalled all my mothers words about bad effects of drenching in the rain, I hold his hand and some how ran to my house.

My mother was very angry on me that water was dripping from my clothes and she was shocked to see that small boy. I was happy that she switched her mood from being mad at me for staying in rain to inquiring about that small boy. I told her everything. She insisted me to change my clothes and brought dry clothes to the small boy.

The rain stopped and the sun began to emerge through the clouds. Suddenly, the little boy remembered his way home, I took his hand and walked him back home. With tears under his eyes, his mother opened the door and smiled.