Its raining.
Its raining.
The window in my office affords an expansive view of Pune and the nature around. Some where in the distance, sunlight is playing on the slopes of the far-away mountains. The passing clouds form a beautiful panorama on the undulating terrain.
There's a drizzle where I stand. The sky is laden with blue and grey.
Elsewhere, you can almost see the sheets of rain falling from the skies. They look like curtains hanging in mid air. Up north, it is dark. Flashes of lightening seem to make an evolution-esque effort to cook up the elements and create that first form of life all over again.
The window in my office affords an expansive view of Pune and the nature around. Some where in the distance, sunlight is playing on the slopes of the far-away mountains. The passing clouds form a beautiful panorama on the undulating terrain.
There's a drizzle where I stand. The sky is laden with blue and grey.
Elsewhere, you can almost see the sheets of rain falling from the skies. They look like curtains hanging in mid air. Up north, it is dark. Flashes of lightening seem to make an evolution-esque effort to cook up the elements and create that first form of life all over again.