My home, the Rain and a memory of my maternal grandfather!

I love watching rain and the cloudy weather. In Bangladesh the seasonal changes was six times in a year and you could watch and feel it till 2000 or few years after as well. Now there are only three season, long hot summer, little or heavy rain and few cold days!

If we go to the remote village we still might able to see the changes of season. In Bangladesh the remote villagers still get the feel where most of us living in the Cities only feels the heat year round and the rain sometimes. Walking barefoot during winter when due fallen on the grass- now only available at books we don't have time to read.

দেখা হয়নাই চক্ষু মেলিয়া ঘর হতে দুই পা ফেলিয়া একটি ধানের শীষের উপর একটি শিশিরবিন্দু !

My last visit to my village home which is not remote was during recent rain and whenever I watch rain I feel something inside and I love to ask things to Allah during heavy rain as it is one of the good tine to ask to Allah. I was watching the pouring and remember my maternal grandfather, during his final few years at earth I was with him.

He was a good man with vision. Whenever it is raining most of the time I recall he was saying "I'd go to my village, I want to listen the sound of rain while pouring on the tin roof"! He never made it and left us! I love this pitter-patter too much as well.

Raining on the pond's water, Raining on roof or on empty road - even on the green hill changes the environment totally.

It was just a rainy day and I recall my grandfather.

Thanks for your time!