My Experience on A Rainy Day gives me sweet memories. Rains are blessings. Rains are a curse. If we could control rains and bring them on wherever we are in need or keep them off as long as we desires them, of course rains would be a blessing. But as it is, elements of nature are not under human control sometimes not to our liking. There was a day when it rained and I did not like it.
It was a holiday and I had planned to enjoy the day. I was to pay a visit to my sister at Thriuttani which is at a distance of 75 kilometers form my place. Early that morning I started from house.
Even at that hour I could see bad weather ahead. Dark, smoky clouds threatened rain. I thought I would be safe if I got into a bus. As! It was in vain.
I was getting into the blue when it started raining and it’s rained the way it has never rained. Within a few minutes anyone was drenched to the skin. None got the time to get a shelter. In a very short time the roads were flooded. The traffic came to a standstill.
Today, it was chilly when I woke up.The mild cool breeze from the window gushed against my face.Mom gave me a nice cup of coffee when I entered into the kitchen after fresh up.I ran around the corner to catch our school bus.Suddenly there was drizzlingand in no time,it was a heavy downpour!One blue umbrella, held by my friend came to my rescue.I survived the drenching cold , but missed the bus. NO PROBLEM,we two just strolled on to school.It was the most wonderful day with my dear friend
write that because of heavy rain fall I cannot come to school and I am sick too
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Question: Diary entry on rainy day in about 40 words.
WEDNESDAY, 18 JULY 2018 8:10 pm
What a terrific day it was today! I woke up in the morning only to see it raining heavily outside. The roads were flooded, vehicles almost sinking! I was a bit sad since I couldn't go out to play. I hope it stops raining tomorrow.
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s we are enjoying the treval
Today is one of my favorite types of days: Rainy with a 100 percent chance of more rain. Something about rain drops hitting the windows of my house is incredibly calming. It’s almost like I’m sitting underneath a waterfall, protected by my own home.
When you stare out of a window, it looks grey and dreary at first. The sky looks dark, everything is drenched, the fields are muddy. To me, it’s a break — a break from perfection. It’s a break from all of those perfect, sunny days, from all of the day-to-day activities. It’s an excuse to stay at home (dressed in PJs, of course) and take-a-break-from-reality. It’s a laundry day, an organizing day, an art day, a TV day, a music day, a reflection day, a sit-on-the-couch-with-your-dogs day, a day to write about rain.
As I reorganize my room (this process has been going on all year), I stumble across old memories. I read my journals and diaries, filled with stories I wrote as a proud elementary schooler, and can’t help but smile. They possess my home made dictionaries, book of inventions, adventures and experiences. Journal entries about my messy room (how things never change), zebra spies, trapping zoids (if you ever wondered how the word ‘trapezoid’ came to be) and tips for the future. It was the imagination of a nine-year-old at its peak. There are envelopes filled with old letters, even 14 love songs a boy wrote me for Valentine’s Day in the eighth grade. I see old photos hiding in between books on my bookshelf, pictures of me with my two brothers, probably taken a decade ago.
I stare back out my window at the brighter-than-normal trees and plants swaying with every drip of water. Then I think back to the muddy day with my nanny, Lila, and my two brothers when these pictures were taken. It had just poured, and we convinced Lila to bring us to a local park. She drove us there, and as soon as she parked, we were off! We ran to the first baseball diamond and immediately took off our shoes as we noticed the squishy mud of what used to be a dirt-packed field. We looked at each other, felt the drizzle of rain on our skin and simultaneously reached for the ground. The mud fight began. We threw big globs of mud back and forth. It got everywhere! Down our shirts, on our heads, in our socks. We were screaming with delight, over the rain and thunder. Lila eventually got us to stop. She couldn’t stand how dirty we looked. We tried to give her a giant, muddy hug, but she chuckled and stepped back. “Monstruos! (monsters)” she yelled with a smile.
Some of the happiest days of my life have occurred on rainy days. Also some of the saddest, like the days I lost my grandmother and aunt. Rain forces us to stop for a second and stare out of a window. This “stop-and-think” action creates harmony, whether we like it or not. For the few hours that it’s raining, everyone is in synch for at least one second, staring at the water rushing from the sky. You can curse at it or embrace it, but you must acknowledge it.
Now, the rain is forcing me to clean my room and get organized for my last summer before college. And who knows? Maybe we’ll see a rainbow later.
I have to go Delhi but the train was derailed my all schedule has been messing up after I heard this news because it is important to go Delhi for me
Dear diary ,
Today I took a leave today to school its because of rain
As it was raining today I took a leave today
The rain was very heavy that did not let me go school today
is a statement
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